I want you to lie to me.
Right to my face.
I want you to fight me.
Put me in my place.
I need you to give me everything you've got.
Make me cry.
Tell me you hate me.
Give me some sign that this is real, 
That this perfection isn't true,
That's the thing about me and you.
Too afraid to be real.
Content to be stuck in this dream world.
But what happens when we wake up?
And this fades into another memory.
Vanishing little by little until we can't recall it at all.