Falling off the horse we built with mutual feelings

And we walk in like we always do, every week you're driving me over and over again. And we order the usual and you sit back and you say how i'm so positive and friendly and optimistic like you and how there needs to be more people like you and me because you just can't understand how SOME PEOPLE can be so cruel. And I lose respect for you then because it occurs to me you never ever bothered to pay attention to anything they ever had to say, you only read the hate for face value and you can't read subtext, because subtext doesn't matter to you does it? And now we're on the stairs and your weasel girlfriend is spitting knives out at me, and the walls are bleeding yellow. And I just want to leave, but your paper shadow is transient and it's looming over her, and all I can see are those sunken in eyes and that cocky little shit grin. And of course they'll believe your spin on it because you were the only witness. And now i'm screaming because I had the right to be safe and it was taken away and now they're hand cuffing me, again. And i'm being taken away, again.

The Marlboro Man falls off his horse and the children shoot him dead for the very, very last time.