Hold on, to me as we go / As we roll down this unfamiliar road / And although this wave is stringing us along / Just know you’re not alone / Cause I’m going to make this place your home / x /

and raised you from perdition

And of course, I remember the most remarkable event. Remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two boys, an old drunk, and a fallen angel. The grand story, and we ripped up the ending, and the rules, and destiny, leaving nothing but freedom and choice.

You got to look at me, man. You got to level with me and tell me what’s going on.

Paint your palet blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul (x)