As long as I'm standing for this, I want to make one thing clear: There is nothing special happening here. There is nothing at all worth a fight. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. You can take a hike, parasite. Before I tie you in sheets of ribbon, keep you marked for years to come. The blood freed from the pushing and pulling pours down all my dreams. Memories sound with the dullest of affinities every time I stay awake. My bones ache and break. Honey, I was born to loathe you.
By chance did you notice me peeking? You can fight but we both want the same thing. Circumstance, circumstance. Shackled and bound by happenstance. What romance! See these roses? They have new uses. Let me lead you to my grave. It's not far, it's just past these stairs. Why, that's your body burried there? How did I know? One dead love and ten new ghosts!
By chance did you notice me peeking? You can fight but we both want the same thing. Circumstance, circumstance. Shackled and bound by happenstance. What romance! See these roses? They have new uses. Let me lead you to my grave. It's not far, it's just past these stairs. Why, that's your body burried there? How did I know? One dead love and ten new ghosts!