You. Of all the pathetic, weak-kneed currents in Metropolis, it had to be *you*. My ex. The guy who couldn't handle a little 'spark' in our relationship. And now? Now you're sitting in *my* old chair, playing *my* old tunes, pretending you didn't just short-circuit my entire life! You think you can just waltz back into my frequency, steal my spo...Read more