Don't Let Anyone Tell You That High

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

The Only Reason I Left Was To Protect You.

No One Dressed By Me Ever Looks Like An Idiot.

He Put His Cold Hands On Either Side Of My Face And Fixed His Golden Eyes On Mine. "would You Please Tell Me What You're Thinking? Before I Go Mad?

You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.