Cyrus Page #6

I just saw my son

on the floor being hurt.

From the moment

that I met you,

as soon as your son became aware of it,

he made it his mission to split us up.

Every step of the way,

every overture I made,

every time I tried to be understanding and

reach out to him, he's shut me down.

He hates me, Molly.

- He hates me.

- He's having a really tough time.

He's not having a tough time.

Your son hates me.

And I gotta say,

I f***ing hate him too.

Nothing here

between us that's...

worth taking

another look at?

You and I--

We do have something.

And I know how rare it is,

because it's

been a long time...

since I had anyone

close to someone like you.

But I am not prepared...

to get deeper into it and

hoping it's gonna work out,

and then two years down the line

it's not gonna work out,

and you guys have each other,

and I'm alone again.

I just think there's so much

here between us and--

He's gonna not--

He's gonna wreck it.

So that's it.

I'm sorry.

I've been thinking

about us, and...

I feel like I've missed a few

things in our relationship.

And I feel that

I've done you a disservice...

with the way that I raised you,

in some aspects.

I'm so proud of...

who we are

and how close we are.

I don't think

there's any reason...

to feel negatively about that.

The fact that you and I

have a hard time...

letting another person...

hang out with us is...

unhealthy for us, I feel.

I don't want you

to think that...

I want you to be alone forever

or want you to be unhappy.

I want you to find somebody

and be with him.

But I know in my heart

that John is not that person.

There are things that are

happening from all sides of this.

I-I--

I know what happened

with the shoes.

Who cares? It's shoes.

It's so stupid. It's shoes.

I don't care about shoes.

But I care if

you're lying to me.

I used to feel like you and I had

a special little thing, and now...

I'm feeling like you...

are letting me go away.

No one will ever...

ever take your place.

Ever.

Well, I'm happy he's gone.

I'm not happy right now.

What do you want?

I want you to come back

and live with us.

Are you

f***ing kidding me?

Come on,

just go home, Cyrus.

It's not the same anymore!

Oh, it's not the same?

No. She's depressed!

That's 'cause you f***ed it up!

She misses you, John!

I know you love her!

Yeah, I know!

We had a great thing,

and you f***ed it up!

Please, John. Just hear me out and then

you can make the decision for yourself.

I'll move out.

I'll do whatever you want.

Don't punish her

'cause I'm a f***ed-up person.

I-I-- It's--

It's not her fault.

No, it's not her fault!

It's not her fault!

It's your fault!

So you just live with that,

you a**hole!

It's your fault that I'm back

in a shitty apartment all alone!

You're a little f***ing liar

and an a**hole!

So f*** you!

Go away!

Are you still out there?

Move over.

Let me ask you something.

Were the panic attacks

real or fake?

They were real at first,

and then...

sometimes I would fake them

to get sympathy from Molly.

I brought you something.

It's mixed,

but it's not mastered.

So it's not final.

I think I might be a really f***ed-up

and dysfunctional person, John.

You did some

f***ed-up stuff.

But it's my fault too.

How'd you get through

all these panic attacks?

I'm sorry.

I never had panic attacks.

I made that up

to try to get rid of you.

It was war at that point.

I was desperate.

I had to come up with something.

You were boxing me out.

You're good, John.

Well, you're good.

Would you mind--

Would you mind

giving me a ride home?

Okay. Is your mom home?

No.

All right. 'Cause--

I don't know. I'm just--

I'm really not ready

to talk to her yet.

I'm just gonna drop you off

right here, if that's okay.

Yeah.

Thanks for the ride.

No problem.

I have some of your stuff

in the garage that you left.

I'll go grab it.

Right now?

Yeah. I'll be right back.

# # My love # #

# # Please # #

# # Realize we're okay # #

# # Realize we're okay # #

# # I can't wait

to sleep tonight # #

# # Will you be there # #

# # Will you be there # #

# # My love # #

# # Please

# # I buried a bone # #

# # And, darling

you don't know him # #

# # Darling, you don't know him #

#

# # Darling, you don't know # #

# # And just where you are

might be the right place # #

# # Might be that sweet space # #

# # But you don't know # #

# # Look me in the head

I got nothin' on my mind # #

# # I've been waitin' for you

all this time # #

# # And I seen a path

turn to an old road # #

# # But the secret's too slow # #

# # Or we're too fast # #

# # Look me in the mouth

I got nothin' in my smile # #

# # I've been waitin' for you

You're just my style # #

# # Look me in the gut

I got fear for my own name # #

# # I'd dig it up for you # #

# # If you'd do the same # #

# # I buried a bone # #

# # And, darling

you don't know him # #

# # Darling, you don't know him # #

# # Darling, you don't know # #

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