Ken Mode - Romeo Must Never Know lyrics

The odds are not in our favour. There’s little hope left. What optimism existed has been strangled to the very last breath. Shuddering on strangers floors at 5 am; focus a shattered mess near the litter box that this apartment’s aroma resembles far too clearly; allies become foes in the blink of an eye. But This Won’t End. Augment me. Cut out the poison; detach from chaos; pacify desire; quell instinct; But don’t Quit. Too many hours logged, too many miles conquered, too many grey hairs. Too much love to let go.