I remember, somethings. Certain things have started to feel familiar the longer I'm around it. Like at the bar, I remember that the most. And I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like there's something missing from appartment. Even though I don't see anything that I actually own in it.
Didn't I tell you before, we're criminals, we don't have hearts? It was a lie of course but I'm not any more anxious to spill my guts than you are. It's just that last time we left it on your terms. You took it to your grave.