Satan: What's up?

Tom: Seems like it started out with us making mix CDs for each other. Listening to music, going places, talking a lot. Somewhere, somehow, the focus shifted. She needed me to eat dinner with her parents more. She couldn't always be there for me to talk to.

Satan: And so?

Tom: I'm a little bummed out on relationships right now, but I don't wanna sound bitter or whiney or vindictive.

Satan: Okay.

Tom: No sage advice?

Satan: I don't know...maybe she wanted different things.

Tom: I think everyone wants the same things and has different ways of getting it.

Satan: Maybe.

Tom: You're not helping...

Satan: What do you want?

Tom: No pressure.

Satan: Granted.