waste.

I'm not supposed to be doing all this extra stuff, extra baggage they call it. Push everything, like time makes no difference. We'll always have tomorrow but we might not always be we.
We're just kids, waiting to grow up. I still don't see your childish point. It makes no difference to me, throw your tantrums, scream, kick, shout, no one bothers. We're still unharmed, and fully functioning thats all that matters. now.
But we're almost there, just.