Swing.

What's the point in pretending when we both know that it's not going to last? It's the same routine repeated on a daily basis. I shouldn't be getting used to this. I shouldn't be able to predict this. Your actions. The ridiculous dialogue that no one pays attention to. I won't remember this. The details. Maybe a few, but it will get repetitive and we'll both be fed up. No sign of it though. Smiles all over. It will be over soon. But don't worry. Tomorrow won't be any different.