I tell Fin that he's lucky he doesn't have daughters,
Because Kathleen's just stormed off after telling me she hates me,
Which comes because I told her I'm not going to help her fix things
Between her and her idiot boyfriend, who I never really liked in the first place.
I still don't see what she sees in him. Nor do I want to know.
What I do want is for her to see that she deserves better than him,
But then, she's at that age where she'll go out with him just to annoy me.
The girl in our case looks like she's about ten,
To me, anyway.
But in truth, she's about to turn eighteen.
Some disorder keeps her looking like a kid…
It's things like this that screw me up sometimes, because disorder or not,
She's only eighteen.
Still a kid.
Why does it always seem like the stranger cases come in,
Right when I'm having issues with my own kids?
I'd ask Fin this, but I don't think he knows,
And I know I sure as hell don't, if he were to ask me.
So we run this case the way we would any other,
Because somewhere along the line,
It became how we cope with things…somewhat.
And then Kathy shows up and the whole thing gets shot to hell, because
I can't concentrate, and it's her fault, too…
Why the hell did she have to come around asking why I haven't signed the damn papers?
Sure, I've had 'em for a while, but…
I suppose if she's asking, it means she really wants this to go through,
And I know the pens at home aren't out of ink, but I can't make myself pick one up.
So I tell her I don't know, and thankfully…she takes it as an answer.
But it's a stupid one.
Even by my standards, where 'I don't know' qualifies as a good answer,
It's a stupid one, and I know she was looking for more, but
I don't know what to tell her. I didn't sign because I don't want to let go,
Because I don't want to admit that this is falling apart, that we're falling apart…
And because when I fall asleep at night, I'm always thinking about her.
I wonder why I couldn't just say that.