The blame is on me, you sit right there and I’ll preserve your likeness in just five more minutes. Something in your demeanor has changed, and I know now that this was merely an object of my creation. The sanctity of it all was just blown to shit, if I don’t like what you say I’ll erase it.
Let me give you the window seat. Take the window seat, my love.
There once was a place for all of this, for all of you. But it never had anything to do with you. Just smile and nod your head dear, I understand. I understand.
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