Two hours ago I came to your apartment, drunk as hell. It was hard for you to understand me in the first place, you still have no idea why I came here, seeing me in your doorway was a surprise for you because I'm your ex, but that still didn't stop you from taking care of me. Currently I'm asleep on your couch, you're watching over me from the balcony of your apartment. The door of the balcony is slightly open, the sounds of Las Vegas are heard because of it. It's raining.