when they pin this thing on you- I'll tell them the truth, that you were made out of sugar and had it coming/that you leaped across distances and should have used a tight rope. That you spilled coffee on your pants, and never bothered to change them. That you were a hero, but I don't think I ever would have loved you for it. That you lived alone and would never admit it. That you were dramatic when you could have gotten your point across in quieter ways. That you're a conARTIST (but that I am mostly the same, I won't tell them that) That you have the best poison I've ever tasted and the longest story that's ever kept my attention.
That when you are far away, you are near.
And that I'll still take your advice any day.