Good things die all the time, God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. "Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right.
before the rites of spring - come to mean all things a little taste of what may come - a mere glimpse of what has gone cause for the moment we are free - we seek to bind our release too young to die, too rich to care, too fucked to swear that I was there