Everyone better get it together and get a better idea exactly how their favorite story, story should end.
We've all woken from the same glorious dream, it's full of hope, it ain't just wrinkled sheets and another, 'nother empty bed.
Are you so dumb to ask me why it never ends and why the hunter only loves the prey he never, never, never can get?
The only sucker dumb enough to get dipped into the Styx, he caught a cold, there's nothing certain with love & other train wrecks.
She came in like a gun and made [bad word] until my lungs were finally up and ready to call it, call it, call it quits.
I love the chase, she loved the taste, the trap of being everyone's catch that almost always, always, always gave the slip.
It's just a kiss and what's the worst [bad word] of this? It's fun to think of what a bit of trouble, trouble, trouble can get. [bad word] on in, the city thins and horns and things seem faraway from the sixty steps it takes to get from the doorstep to my bed.

...and this is all I said.