The Aesthetics of Fiction

The question isn't if the House will burn. The question is who will burn it down first.

Smoke damage will linger long after the smoker is gone.

Kill the witch Watch what happens Fate's a stitch You can't unfasten

Four cold brick walls Make my bed upon the floor And I know you got, got my key And you keep me here eternally

You might have to hang behind These lies On the highway

I watched you rise from the dead. We watched it go to your head. Never thought that things would go this far. Never thought that things would get this hard.

Maybe it was wrong to say We would always stay this way I hated you for walking away But honestly, I'd do the same

The tape recording stops, still an empty page She saw something in the dark And it all changed