Love like a child.

I'm being bad
and I know I would stop myself if I was more awake.
You ask what I'm thinking at the very worst point and I say something that is not a lie--
say something about my hair looking like the girl's from Balto, when she's sick with that cough
and her hair is all out on the pillow.
She's a cartoon but I feel sick, too.
I feel sick about asking you to act like an adult after all that.