Wants to go so fast to the places we can take it slow, wants to go back and this time be a Romeo. One more shakeup ought to shake this into the familiar territory of having no clue. Ready to move out and pay rent, ready to rant and be heard. The lunar cycle romances keep on waxing and refusing to foot the bills they leave on the morning-after wanes. Wish I could do this without love, to be a hurtful hater and leave broken smiles and emptied wallets behind. So quick to compromise and settle for selling my soul, still I’ve got the groove in my too-quick heart, still I can dance and dance around telling one bit of the truth, can’t we just dance in the 4 AM and never have the sun rise? An ending and a credit roll instead of a start and credit checks. Evolve; Adapt; Tolerate.