I saw her just the other day. I was lost in her city. She looked exhausted and confused, but she still looked so damn pretty. I said, "I'm doing mighty fine."
She said, "I can still tell when you're lying. And I know you're lying. Even after all this time..."
I said, "It's strange so many years haven't changed your face. Tragedies have come and gone without leaving a trace."
She said, "It takes a lot longer now to put on my makeup. And last night I told myself, I never want to wake up. But last night seems so long ago. Let's just hold hands here in the snow. And no one will ever need to know. No place has ever felt more like home. I don't care if the whole world explodes. Let's just hold hands here in the snow..."