I can't get out of what I'm into with you. I'm leaving my town in a few days. maybe even weeks. But the point is that I'm leaving. I thought I was frightened, but I'm not. I actually embrace the fact that I'm going to be alone. There are only a few things I'll miss.
I simply wander around some familiar old alleys and streets, getting used to walking alone. I don't care. I want you to faint. And crawl back to dust. It's never even there.