isn't it ironic, yeah how we both live in a world of gin and tonic yeah.

This is just perfect, you and me.

We don't need to feel any better.

We don't need some secret Scarlet Letter.

But how luscious the sweet smell of temptation is.

If I jump off the bridge will you go too?

We're not ones for following. We for leading and triumphing over the failures of our father's words.

Clashing worlds, maybe the payment is to great.

But maybe, just maybe this is fate.

[lets sit and think this over awhile,

No not with our tongues.

We're still friends, not yet lovers, nothing has begun.

(The tornado hasn't blown away everything yet.

These things haven't begun.)

Some things aren't meant to be done.

And some are

Meant.

To.

Be.

Undone.