I shrug, seriously trying to remember. Maybe I should start listening to him when he goes on his crazy rambles... "He likes her, I think. I'm sure he doesn't want her to feel creeped out."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I look down at her and am about to ask what she's talking about when someone knocks at the door. Raising an eyebrow, I shake my head, "Uh... s'your house."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly