He was texting me pictures of you, and you were leaving me voicemails.

I can't leave him when you're shouting at me, and he's sending me photos from the back of your car.

But you can't see him, because he's behind you, and he's walking, and you're not paying attention to him.

And I was so stressed and angry.

I said, OK, if she gets arrested, I'm not going to get her from the police station.

But then I said to him, look, she shouldn't be in the car, you know that.

Everything is in risk.

Police driving through there at night, and they're looking, what are you doing here?

Everything, straight away, what are you doing?

And I said to him, please, please, I don't care now.

It doesn't matter.

You see the messages I sent her?

And I said, I don't care, I'm going to sleep.

If you care, just go get the keys from her fucking phone and wave after.

And go and hide again.

Just go and get the keys or something.

For fuck's sake, I wrote like that.

And he's like, ah, you know, I'm fine, I'm catching the bus.

He's fine, he doesn't want me.

I mean, it's still your fault, the bomb.

It's still your fault.