uncle

Ease up on the throttle, we’re burning plenty fast enough. Back off on the beat down— I get it, you’re mad. There’s no trust left between us. There’s the wail and the drain, and the distance traveled. There’s the story and the telling and what really happened.  No going back with all the bridges burned. I give up. No jokes, please. 

I don’t get the play you’re making, I don’t understand the move. It doesn’t read as forgivable, though. It doesn’t read as fun. I already said uncle. So fucking stop.