I've gathered myself. From bits and remains. And the pieces I've pulled. From all of my days. . And I'm handing them off. Not to me or to you. But the world that we're making.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. . Charmed, I'm sure it's a strange allure. Our intentions aren't exactly pure. I'm the bait, you're the lure. Let me cast my line. .