Oh there’s something about this night that I can’t explain - How the sound of snowfall seems to cover everything that we forgot was unimportant to us - and I can’t remember what the world looked like before its brilliant change. But we found that looking back we couldn’t tell which steps we took in which direction and every piece of evidence is pointing to the idea that I’m under the influence of something that I saw in your complexion, darling. And I’ve told you this a thousand times - It’s a war between what’s horrifying and those of us who want to live together. And you’ve got to know you’ve got a choice, you choose what side you’re on. And you’ve got to know it’s never black and white but it IS us and them. I think you might be different. I’m not sure I can trust that yet. I’ve made mistakes before, I’ve been wrong before. And there’s that look in your eyes that I can’t explain, though I’ve studied the entire course of history that contains both our names, important dates and places, certain associations that I would have to consider removing. But we found that looking back, we couldn’t tell which steps we took in which direction and every piece of evidence is pointing to the idea that I’m under the influence of something that I found in your embrace. Things get heavy and you back up, ask yourself if you’re old enough to do the things you’ve done or think the things you’ve thought. Darling, you looked so pretty watching as the trees were silhouetted by the setting sun, those perfect winter nights we love. But things get heavy and we back up, ask ourselves what the hell we’re thinking sleeping in the same bed, the same old shit again. But you look perfect, calm and peaceful, dreaming dreams of what? I’ll ask you in the morning. Another day, another chance to say goodbye. And I hope when we get beaten down again, we’ll cry out just like our heroes did, saying, “It’s not over this is just beginning.”