More or Less the Sort of Shit Ex-Lovers Get Restraining Orders for

hi — hi, it’s me again
second time today
but this time with a plan
don’t — don’t be mad at me
I was hoping we could talk
and maybe flee
now the playground’s closed
we can go someplace somewhere else
I could show you the smell and the sound
of fresh cut grass
so go get dressed
I — I respect your choice
yes, I read you
there’s no need to raise your voice
go — go back inside
we don’t want to wake the neighbors
or my Hyde
I’m so tired of being a saint all by myself
I guess you don’t really know me all that well
but
I need help
I need help
to hell with these patterns and all those damn parallels
how come no one wants to know me all that well?
please, do tell
if — if I slit my wrists
I would bleed to death
to show you I exist
don’t — don’t call the cops
just tell me you don’t love me
and I’m off
well, I’ll be off
but I’ll be back