There's no-one there. The door is empty. Even my hallucinations have abandoned me. In a couple days, I'm out of here. Gone, but not for good - but it will be good. It will be good. I'm allergic to your cats; I'm allergic to my life. I need to look you in the eye, and say I want to be a part of yours.
I've only got days to live. The world is ending, or at least it's going through a massive change. It's been so long that I've felt like this. It hasn't been real in so long. It feels so strange. It seems like all my dreams are coming true - all my impossible wishes. I think I'll really get to be with you. There's no way I deserve this. I'm allergic to your cats; I'm allergic to my life. I need to look you in the eye, and say I want to be a part of yours. I want to count the hairs on your head. I want to spend a day in your bed. I want the world to stay this new. I want to live half an inch from you.
It drives me insane not to know. Well, soon we'll know. I refuse to believe that you're just a dream. In a couple days, I'll be with you. I wonder if I'm ready? I guess we'll find out soon.