Conan, people are starting to worry.

I'm worried about you. How's it going?

Um, I'm doing great.

I'm like, literally, doing the best I've ever done my whole entire life.

It's been 6 weeks. This isn't healthy.

Wait, Conan, please tell me you aren't still wearing that sweater.

No. Why would I be wearing this? That's crazy.

Why would I be wearing the sweater?

That's ridiculous.

- Conan? - Hey, can I... can you hear me?

- Hello? - Hello?

- Sorry, I think you're breaking up. - Don't hang up on me!

- I'll have to call you back, sorry. - Can you hear me? Hello?

It's been a couple of months.

That's just about enough time

for me to stop crying when I look at all the pictures.

Now I kind of smile,

I haven't felt that in a while.

It's late. I hear the doorbell ringing and it's pouring.

I open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance.

You just wanna talk and I can't turn away a wet dog.

But please don't ruin this for me.

Please don't make it harder than it already is.

I'm trying to get over this.

I wish that you would stay in my memories.

But you show up today, just to ruin things.

I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized.

But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight

you're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position

Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say,

"I wish that you would stay in my memories."

In my memories, stay in my memories.

Now, I can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night.

You see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning

over and over again.

I promise that the ending always stays the same,

so there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again.

I can't be your friend, can't be your lover,

can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love

with somebody other than me.

I wish that you would stay in my memories,

but you show up today, just to ruin things.

I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized.

But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight

you're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position

Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say,

"I wish that you would stay in my memories."

In my memories, stay in my memories.

Since you came,

I guess I'll let you stay for as long as it takes

to grab your books and your coat,

and that one good cologne that you bought when we were fighting.

'Cause it's still on my clothes, everything that I own,

and it makes me feel like dying.

I was barely just surviving.

I wish that you would stay in my memories,

but you show up today, just to ruin things.

I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized.

But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight

You're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position

Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say,

"I wish that you would stay in my memories."

In my memories, stay in my memories.