Because every time I’m face to face with you, I want to strangle you. And then I miss you when I go away. And I miss you, and I call you on the phone, and I get the person I want to talk to. That’s not true. Yeah, well I don’t know what it is but when I’m standing in front of you, I bring out something terrible. I think about how came into my life, and how you drove me crazy. And now I don’t even know what to do with myself because all I want to do is be with you. What? What’d you just say?