Oh wow… “darling”… really? You say it like a movie line… every time… Same sad eyes, same late excuse— “missed the bus”? … yeah, sure… You didn’t miss the bus… you just never ran… Darling, darling… say it again… maybe it sounds real… in your head… Darling, I won’t chase that bus, not anymore, not now… If you don’t turn around for us, I won’t show you how… Darling… you can keep your lines, they don’t work on me… You missed your ride with something real— and now you’re finally free…
