Whatever you decide, decide. Both feet in or both feet out. Anything in between is what gets you dead.
"Everything? Like, uh… like ignoring us? Or like bolting off with the angel tablet then losing it, ‘cause you didn’t trust me? You didn’t trust me.”
My silhouette is fading
Past the point of safe return
Now my body’s aching
As both ends of the candle burn
Am I the only game piece on the board who doesn’t underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?