My fingertips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation. And I know that I should let go, but I can't. (Kate Nash)

I can dissect your every word and action. I can twist it all into an insult. My mind does it on impact. I see, I criticize. The thing is I hate it. I know I'm sick. I just need to wait it out. Then when the time comes I can cut and paste everything about you into the back of my mind. Maybe then I'll be able to let go and forget. But until then I'll play make believe. 

Cool isn't pretending you don't care. (Uhm, Keds?)

Well cool isn't pretending you do care either.

Cool isn't pretending.