Oh darling, let's just let our broken record spin. The needle keeps skipping in the same place and we'll never move on from this. We try to repair it but let's get serious here, it's never going to play all the way through. So just accept it and let the song do what it wants. You can stand on the tracks as you watch me derail and we'll go down in beautiful flames. You can kiss the burning metal while the fire consumes us. Let me be your grand self-destruction and I'll let you be mine. We're good together when we're not talking. So darling what I'm saying is you and I can try to move past this but inevitably you'll watch me push the big red button and the two of us will go hurtling into space. Or maybe we'll just go hurtling into the backseat. So just relax and let it happen. You and I, we just don't change, we were made to stop the record player here over and over again.
-The Dormouse
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