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All I know is, there are multiple injuries,

and Harrison is involved.

She said you told her something about a

proposed school shooting.

Angela. I think you need to take a look at this.

It's a kill list.

The stab wound doesn't match

the story he told Angela.

Something's off.

She has a young baby who is in the fucking room

when she dies.

How fucked-up is that kid now? Am I right?

Yeah, I just want to give a shout-out to Harrison

for saving all our asses.

Hey, stud. I, uh, got you a little something

for keeping our town safe.

Wow, that's some, like, real Carrie from Homeland shit.

He just stabbed me. I know.

Then why are you interrogating me?

Do you think that he attacked someone in the woods,

or do you think his dad is covering for him?

I just need bus fare.

Matt is staying at a hotel in New York. Run his cards.

Maybe we're a little bit hero and a little bit...

...I don't know, monster.

Ethan's telling the truth.

This wound wasn't made by a hunting knife.

Harrison brought his own weapon to school that day.

He has my Dark Passenger.

Do you think he remembers?

He can't. You did.

When asshole drug dealers with chain saws

dismembered your mother inside a shipping container

while you sloshed around in her blood.

You remembered. That was different.

He's your child, Dexter. He's of your flesh and blood.

I want to help him the right way.

Whatever it takes to keep him from--

Becoming me?

What Harry did to you was child abuse.

Teaching you to become a serial killer,

and how to get away with it?

Look where the fuck that got us.

If anyone can guide him through this, it's me.

Maybe that's why he found me. Maybe that's why he's here.

You cannot tell him who you are.

It's like giving him permission.

Every day I walk around this world faking it.

Knowing if someone, if anyone knew the truth about me,

they'd throw me in the deepest, darkest pit they could find.

It's so fucking lonely.

But Harrison, he doesn't have to live that way.

If I could just be honest...

What are you gonna tell him?

There are a hundred garbage bags

with chopped up human beings

at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean?!

What the fuck do you think that would do to him?

He'd turn out worse than you,

and you are a fucking monster!

Ah. Huh?

You're shitting me, right?

Eh, I shit you not.

Stay as long as you like. Meals included.

Oh...

I have to say I'm actually a pretty good cook.

Can you actually be this nice?

Oh, well, you know,

I've been lucky in life, you know,

to have more than I need.

And it wasn't always like that, so, you know,

I remember what that's like, too.

Look, it just would have sat here empty otherwise, right?

And...

what do you want from me?

I just ask humbly that you pay it forward.

There a shower in there?

Yeah. And a Jacuzzi tub.

Oh, yeah, I am definitely paying it forward.

Thank you so much.

My pleasure. Really.

Yeah, I could fucking die and go to heaven.

Credit card reports for Matt Caldwell came in.

And? Just like Kurt said,

that motherfucker was held up at the Gramercy Suites

the last three nights.

Damn it. What?

No dead guy, no podcast.

I mean yay, he's alive.

Wait, so he's been eating five-star room service

while I've had half the town freezing their asses off

searching for him?

I knew the guy was an asshole, but this is

an all-new level. Yeah.

I've got half a mind to drive to the city

and see Matt Caldwell face-to-face.

I'm down.

Seriously? Yeah.

Cue up the Taylor Swift. Let's roll.

At least this way we can put it to bed.

Finally get some closure.

And this would have nothing to do with you

ambushing Matt to salvage your podcast?

Speaking of closure,

maybe now is a good time to mention

that I've met someone new.

Online. We've only exchanged a few messages.

He's a flat-earther, but it's very serious.

You know, actually, it is great timing.

There's a missing persons conference in the city

I wanted to go to this weekend.

Oh, my God, that's perfect.

Maybe we can get some hints on this

Bermuda Triangle you have here.

Problem is, there's no way the county would approve the cost.

Well, I can expense it. Done.

Logan, you can watch the station, right?

Road trip!

Thank God. No offense, but this town was

getting me a little claustrophobic.

You asked for it.

Dad, you wouldn't believe what happened in school today.

There was this big assembly,

and everyone was, like, cheering for me.

It was crazy.

You went through my stuff.

We need to talk.

I only carry that for protection.

Protection?

From what?

I-I was on my own for a long time.

Sleeping in the streets. People do weird shit.

The first time I got robbed, they took everything.

The next time, I was ready.

Okay.

So why'd you take it to school?

I'm not judging you, I just want to know the truth.

I heard Ethan's side of the story.

It's a hell of a lot different than yours.

What the fuck? You believe some

psycho school shooter over me?

What do you think I did? Say it.

If you did hurt him...

...on purpose...

...you can tell me.

The rest of this town thinks I'm a fucking hero,

and my own dad thinks I'm what?

A liar? An animal?

No. I think you're a kid.

I think you're going through something

that maybe you don't understand.

I just want to help you. Harrison, you can trust me.

Why the fuck would I trust you?

You're the one living a lie... Jim.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Dude.

Fuck you, man.

You were fucking right.

We're dicks. All of us.

Now come on.

What do you say, huh?

Give the bully a hug. Huh?

Yo, we're gonna be late.

For what?

There's a fucking party tonight, bro.

You're the guest of honor. Now get in, let's go.

Huh?

Give me a beer.

Come on, let's go.

Get in.

Hey, Mom.

Harrison's hanging out with Zach and those guys tonight.

Is it cool if I meet them?

It's a school night. It's Friday.

Oh, come on, I'll make sure she's home by eleven.

Absolutely. Eleven.

Nya:weh, hakso:t.

You're welcome, keya:de'. It's fine.

Harrison's a good kid.

Everyone's talking about what he did for the school.

You keep too short a leash on them,

you could lose 'em for good.

We'll be back by Sunday morning.

Nya:weh, Miriam.

I think you're crazy

We do this daily

Might think of something...

What the fuck?

Welcome to the kill list party.

Written invitation only.

There ain't nothin' that could ever...

Everybody in here is alive because of you.

Hey, yo!

There's no way we could unfeel the way we feelin'...

Let's fucking party!

Somebody get this motherfucker a drink!

Hey, Tess.

My phone's dying. Do you mind?

That's what it's there for.

I'll take a Jameson, neat.

No IPA tonight?

I'm in the mood for something stronger.

Where's Angela?

Uh, she's down in Manhattan at some police conference.

How's your boy?

All the kids are pretty shaken up after what happened.

He's been better.

I know Harrison's the big hero,

and he did the right thing,

but it still can't be easy

knowing you hurt another human being.

Or maybe it was too easy.

You know, sometimes I feel

out of my depth.

It's okay to ask for help.

There's a therapist over in Fort Drum.

I had a student a couple years ago.

He helped her.

Maybe he could help Harrison.

You know, if there's things he's not ready to

talk to his dad about.

Yeah, okay. Cool.

Dr. Morris.

Thanks, Tess. No problem.

Come on, let's have a party, huh?

Come on, you guys.

What's with him?

He gets like this every couple months.

Walks in here like he owns the place.

That same song.

Always that same fucking song.

As I walk along I wonder

What went wrong with our love

A love that was so strong

And as I still walk on

I think of the things we've done together

While our hearts were young...

Wait for it.

He's gonna come ask me to dance in four, three, two...

Tears are falling and I feel the pain

- Wishing you were

Here by me

To end this misery

Hey, Jim. - And I wonder

I wo-wo-wo-wo-wonder

Why, why, why, why, why, why she ran away...

Look at him.

His son reduced to ashes, and there he is,

dancing like he doesn't have a care in the world.

My little runaway...

Either he's crazy, or I am.

I'm-a spend this holiday locked in

My body got rid of them toxins

SportsCenter Top Ten

I could put the ball in the end zone

Put a bad bitch in the friend zone

This shit sound like an intro

Jetson, give me that tempo...

You came.

Couldn't miss my chance to see

the hometown hero in the flesh.

What?

You barely text me back anymore.

Sorry.

Was it the podcast I sent?

I mean, I get it. Maybe not everyone thinks

serial killers are funny.

I-I, um... I liked it.

You know, some-sometimes you got to laugh

at the fucked-up stuff, right?

I mean, look around.

Chug, chug. Oh!

None of them would be here without you.

You don't know that. Yes, we do.

How does it feel to have that kind of power?

Life or death.

How... how did they get his list?

I don't know.

Maybe someone has access to her mom's police station?

Hey, Audz, get your ass over here.

What's up, dude? Hi.

Find you later? Yeah.

Me and the Cardinals are sharing a section

Got to cherish the present

I'm drinking water and wearing protection

Got a career and I'm very invested

Some people call it a scary obsession...

Harrison... my hero.

You saved my fucking life.

There's, um, just one rule here.

No phones.

What happens here stays here.

And I have a little present for you.

It's ecstasy.

Just hopped in...

We're all two pills deep already.

Catch up.

Just joshin', I'm-a spend this holiday locked in

My body got rid of them toxins

SportsCenter Top Ten...

Turn the music up, gimme room, room

This is how I boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style

Turn the music up, gimme room

Bad chick and you know it

Got a lot of dough, and tonight I'm gonna show it

Tonight I'm gonna throw it

This is for the good girls in the house

I'm gonna blow it, if you want to start somethin'

Let's get it poppin', when I'm shoppin'

Gimme room, I'm high like zoom

This is Versace, not Fruit of the Loom

Boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style

Turn the music up, gimme room, room

This is how I boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style

Turn the music up, gimme room, room

This is how I boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style

Turn the music up, gimme room, room

This is how I boom, boom, pow, got a lot of style

Turn the music up, gimme room

Tightly

Harrison!

Strung

You're the next heat wave

I dare you.

Gone insane

Carve an "H" right here.

So I'll always remember my hero.

Oh, I guess

I understand it

Long lost

But I can grasp it...

Fuck. Fuck. Holy shit!

Fuck. Are you okay?!

Oh, it hurts.

Fuck. Fuck. Are you good?

Yeah.

Yo.

Thank God you put that fat fuck in the hospital.

Yo, I'm gonna get laid tonight, bro.

Hey-hey!

Guest of fucking honor.

Having fun?

What's up?

You need a pick-me-up, man.

You make everything feel fine

Worried 'bout those comments

I'm way too numb, yeah

It's on me.

I get those goose bumps every time

Hey.

Throw that to the side

You okay?

Me?

I'm great.

I'm a fucking hero. Didn't you hear?

Hey. You're off the rails.

Come on, let's go get some water.

Come on.

You know my dad doesn't believe me?

Meaning?

He thinks I'm a liar.

He's the fucking liar.

What are you talking about?

You know his real name's not even Jim Lindsay?

Okay. Come on. Come with me.

You believe me, right?

Yeah, I believe you.

Why are you the only person here who understands me?

Harrison! Harrison!

Oh, my God. Harrison.

Harrison. Wake up.

Wake up. Wake up. Harrison.

Oh, my God. Harrison, wake up!

Fuck. Scott!

What the fuck?!

What was in that fucking pill?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Whoa!

What happened? I don't know.

911. What's your emergency?

Harrison. Harrison. Stay with me.

Harrison.

Stay with me.

Jesus Christ.

Okay, hey, hey, hey, take it slow.

Take it easy.

Is he okay? Is he gonna be all right?

You did the right thing. Just a few more minutes, and...

Easy. Easy.

Okay, hey, hey.

The Narcan I gave you will make you woozy.

Hey. Do you know where you are right now?

I'm at a party...

at-at the lake. Mm-hmm.

I'm-I'm fine.

Everyone can relax.

You need to tell me what you took.

Did you give him the drugs?

Coach...

No, I'm not your coach right now.

Tell me what you gave him, or I'm putting you in cuffs

this fucking second.

All right.

What is this?

Just Oxy. A bunch of us took them.

Everyone else was fine. Right now you're going to jail,

possession with the intent to distribute,

unless you want to tell me

exactly where you got those drugs from.

Law enforcement found your son OD'd,

approximately 10 p.m.

Administered Narcan.

Patient regained consciousness.

Preliminary tests show the drug your son OD'd on

was fentanyl, a much stronger, cheaper substitute

for opioids like OxyContin.

Black market pills are unregulated, homemade.

Sometimes even one pill can contain a lethal dose.

Your son's lucky.

I'll be right back, okay?

Apparently,

Scott's brother got the pills from a street dealer.

We're gonna find him.

In Iron Lake? No. Moose Creek.

Some guy selling fake Oxy out of a dive bar.

But you know who it is.

So far we just have a first name: Miles.

Harrison's a great kid,

but what he needs right now is some...

some tough love. Yeah, thanks for the advice.

Oh, Harrison could've died tonight.

Only by the grace of God and Audrey's quick thinking

is he getting a second chance, and so are you.

Just back off, Logan.

With all due respect, Jim...

no.

You think being the assistant wrestling coach

makes you a parenting expert?

You have no fucking idea.

He could have died.

You call yourself his father?

You didn't even know where the fuck he was.

Look at what you've done to him.

This is all your fault!

You're gonna start seeing a therapist.

Besides therapy, you'll go two places: home and school.

You got that?

Everybody took those pills.

I don't care about anyone else.

I care about you.

Yeah. Okay.

Whatever you say.

Yeah, whatever you say.

Like that's ever gonna happen.

Sir!

I mean, you got to hand it to the guy.

If you're gonna go into hiding, this is the place to do it.

Hmm.

Wait, hang on just a second.

Emergency already? It's barely 7 a.m.

Uh, yeah, I just want to be the one to tell you.

Oh, God, what's-what's wrong? Is Audrey okay?

Audrey's fine.

Um, but there was a party last night,

and some kids were doing drugs.

Harrison OD'd.

What?! H-He's okay now.

Jim's all over it.

But, listen...

Audrey was there, too.

She was the one who called us.

She was the voice of reason. Totally sober.

Without her, this whole thing might've gone sideways.

Well, I'm coming home. Angela, she's safe.

She's fine.

Oh, come on. Is there just a way you can check for me real quick?

It's not a big deal. Right?

It's against protocol to give out any guest's information.

Chief Bishop.

Iron Lake PD.

We need to speak with a Matthew Caldwell.

Can you confirm that he's a guest here?

Well, the guest you're inquiring about

checked out last night.

Hmm.

Well...

what about security footage?

'Cause I need visual confirmation

that he was actually here.

I can't give you access to that.

It would be an invasion of the guest's privacy.

Oh, I see.

Okay, well, I'll just have NYPD issue a warrant.

Get a couple of my buddies down here before breakfast.

I'm sure a cavalcade of cops

hanging out in your nice lobby

wouldn't spook the guests.

I'll have the I.T. guys pull the footage.

Come back tonight.

Thank you.

You are a badass and I like it.

You gonna be okay here on your own?

Doctor said I'm fine. I'm fine.

First appointment with the therapist

is this afternoon, right?

Yup.

We're gonna get through this.

Yeah. Okay.

Hmm, dogs barking at me.

Still got it.

Don't.

Dr. Patel?

Yeah!

Back here!

Uh, my goat hurt his leg. Hasn't slept in days.

I was hoping to get something to give him for the pain.

Oh, sure. There's some ketamine in the back.

Um, just help yourself. I'll-I'll bill you later.

You got a couple of syringes, too?

Grab whatever you need, Jim.

One-stop shopping.

They say having a kid

is the most vulnerable thing you can do.

I hate being vulnerable.

Get a Bud?

Thanks.

Hey, Frankie. Just give me another one.

Are you Miles?

Who's asking?

Heard you might know where to get some blues.

What are you in the market for?

How many you got?

Follow me outside.

Hang back a sec.

Sometimes you have to say yes to drugs.

So, how much cash you carrying?

Shit.

Time for plan B. The fuck was that?

Hey, stay away from my son!

Tell me that's not the fucking guy!

Calm the fuck down!

Are you with me, Jim? Yeah, I'm with you.

Hey. Follow us back to the station.

Fucking seriously? Fill out some paperwork.

We'll be done by lunch,

and you can get back home to Harrison.

Protocol.

Right.

I think I might head up to the room and take a nap.

Actually, a massage sounds nice.

I wonder if this place has a spa.

Oh, this is it.

"Finding patterns in seemingly unrelated cases."

They do have a spa.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Miami Metro Homicide Captain Angel Batista.

You coming, or what?

Two stars on Yelp.

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Perfect.

Thank you, everybody.

It's great to be here in the Big Apple with you all.

It's a little colder than what I'm used to, but...

Hey, Jim.

Really sorry about all this.

It's just a formality. Coffee?

No, thanks.

The worst coffee in Iron Lake.

You know what, Teddy,

I will take that cup of coffee, actually.

Help yourself.

Are you aware of the number of fatal ODs

this county has seen in the last three months?

I want a lawyer. 18.

Last night would've been 19 if I hadn't gotten there in time.

I said I want a lawyer.

And you're damn lucky I did.

Because that kid was one of mine.

And if we had lost him,

I don't know if I would've pulled his dad off of you

in that parking lot. You can't say that.

That's against the law, that's bias, that's intimidation.

You could lose your badge for that, man.

How many of the 18 dead did you personally sell pills to?

Because every one I can link to you

will be a homicide charge.

I'm a vengeful dude, Miles.

What's it gonna be?

Damn, Logan. Even I feel intimidated.

It's this guy named Jasper Hodge.

He makes the pills himself.

Jim. Uh, I-I'm sorry about all this.

I just need a record of you coming down to the station,

then we can move on from all of this.

It's fine. Really.

Well, Esther will get you all taken care of, and then,

uh, you're free to go.

You good?

Yeah.

But someone named Jasper Hodge

won't be for much longer.

This is the last known address for Jasper Hodge.

How long will it take

to get a warrant? It's Saturday.

The D.A.'s closed, so at least 12 hours.

Jim, I am so sorry about Harrison.

I know you and Ange aren't Facebook official or anything,

but to me, you're family.

Thanks, Esther.

It means the world.

This is what you want, right?

Stop it.

Come take me.

Please.

That's not what this is about.

No!

Fuck.

The Bay Harbor Butcher was a challenge

for a variety of reasons.

Oh, I did an episode on this once.

They actually thought it was a cop in the same department.

I mean, can you imagine?

Being right next to a serial killer for, like, years

and having no idea?

I don't think so.

It's called Merry Fucking Kill. Subscribe.

Available on all platforms.

What? Molly.

...no clear connection among the victims.

Then we discovered the link.

They had all committed crimes they'd gotten away with.

Now, when you find a common connection among missing people,

it may be that one person

is responsible for all of their disappearances.

Hmm.

That actually kind of adds up. Occam's razor.

Sometimes the simplest explanation is the right one.

I think I will get that massage.

Okay, uh, we're gonna open the floor now to,

uh, questions for Captain Batista.

You're gonna miss me. Who wants to go first?

Let him walk away.

Go home to Harrison.

Work on being a good dad.

Harrison almost died because of this guy.

He doesn't get to just walk away.

And I am a good dad!

I haven't seen you like this before.

This isn't about the Code or feeding your urges.

This is vengeance.

Yup.

Okay, remember the Code, and do all this

before the Iron Lake PD gets their act together.

Hell, I should kill this guy just because of the wallpaper.

And...

proof.

You have a new side mission.

Side mission failed.

You have a new side mission.

He likes to play games.

But I'm not here to play.

You're free to go, Chloe.

It's over.

Oh, my...

I said you can go.

Make me!

No! Aah!

Let me go! No!

No, please, don't-don't hurt me. Please! No!

No! Please, please.

Run, bitch.

Come on.

Run. Go, or I will kill you.

Run. Run!

Fuck! No.

No, no. This is not the way it's supposed to happen. No!

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

No. No. No, no.

You... you ruined everything.

No, no, no, no, no.

Detective Batista.

Angela Bishop, Police Chief in Iron Lake.

Iron Lake? It's upstate.

Oh. Nice to meet you.

No bodies?

Just one backpack left in a truck stop parking lot.

Parents calling, looking for their daughters.

What's the pattern?

Women, 15 to 25.

Transients, prostitutes, runaways.

People who wouldn't be missed by law enforcement.

Not much of a pattern.

But I like your style.

Aggressive, almost... bossy.

I have a boyfriend.

Can he handle you?

He chops his own wood.

Right. That's cool.

So, a dozen women were last seen

within a few miles of my small town.

I know nobody else gives a shit,

but my gut is telling me it's not a goddamn coincidence.

When's the first time you felt that?

The feeling that something is off?

My best friend disappeared when we were teenagers.

She just walked off down the highway one day,

never came back.

Listen to your gut.

You find out the why, you'll find out the who.

Another round?

Promise, purely platonic.

Wouldn't want to find myself on the wrong end of an ax.

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

You know, that... that feeling you have?

It reminds me of another case

back in the day, the Trinity Killer.

No one understood how those deaths were related.

So how'd you guys crack it?

A young detective, Debra Morgan,

she always had a gut feeling about it.

Never gave up.

So, maybe she could help us?

She died.

Real fucked-up situation.

Her brother, too. Tragic, really.

He had a little son.

What was his name?

Ah. I...

Oh, yeah.

Harrison. Cute kid.

Who the fuck are you?

I don't know. Your worst nightmare?

Or maybe you're mine.

What? No.

Let's just say, you're a friend of a friend

of a friend of my son's.

It's nice to meet you, Jasper.

What? What?

What is happening? What? What? What?

No, don't look away.

Those are all people you killed.

You're fucking crazy. I never killed anyone.

Wrong. They all died because of drugs you gave them.

You might be right about the first thing.

What are you gonna do to me?

No.

I think you've lived long enough.

They come to me begging for it, all right.

I'm not forcing it down anyone's throats!

My son didn't come to you, and he took one of those pills.

Well, he's a weak fucking junkie like the rest of them.

You know, what kind of dad are you anyway,

if your son was fucked-up enough to do that?

You're a weak dad!

I am a great fucking dad.

Fucking Logan.

Hey.

Harrison?

What are you doing all the way out here?

Headed out of town, for good.

Oh, really?

How about I buy you a hot meal

before you go on your grand adventure?

Hmm? Deal?

What happened to your face?

Uh, it's a hunting accident.

I'll meet you inside.

There are always sacrifices one has to make

as a parent. No.

Especially the parent of a teenager.

Shh, shh.

You don't always get to do the things

you want the way you want.

But we can make these small sacrifices

for the good of our children.

Hands up! Hands up!

Let me see your hands up! All the way up!

Goddamn it.

After all, if we can't do that,

we don't deserve to be parents.

He checked out at 11:30 last night.

There he is.

Matt Caldwell.

You're right. There he is.

All checked out.

Sorry to bother you with this, sir.

Thanks so much for your time.

Just, uh...

For my records. Thanks again.

Who the fuck was that?

Why would Kurt lie?

So, you have any money?

I thought you were getting this.

Not for the food.

For your new life.

Not really. Oh.

Well, that's not really a great plan, is it?

Hitchhiking to God-knows-where with not a dollar to your name.

It's a dangerous world out there, kid.

How do you think I got to Iron Lake?

Oh.

Look, uh...

I know things have been complicated

between you and your dad.

Hell, there were times with Matt

when I wanted to write him off entirely.

And our fights were nothing

compared to the blowouts I had with my old man.

Look, you don't have to do this.

Try and make it better.

What, what's happening between us

has been going on for a long time.

Hey. You know, I've been around a little bit longer than you,

and I've seen a few things.

So I'm gonna give you a little advice,

whether you like it or not.

Now, in those moments,

when all you see is red,

just go and do something kind

for the person that's pissing you off.

Even if you don't want to, especially if you don't want to.

Yeah, I think we might be past that.

Ah. Well, take it or leave it.

Run as far and as long as you want,

you can never outrun that rage.

Susan.

Yeah? Could you, uh,

get me one of those applications?

Well, you want a new life?

Start by getting a fucking job. Here.

I'll give you one.

Why are you being so nice to me?

You must have other places to be.

You got potential, kid.

I can see it.

Just pay it forward.

You're not mad?

No.

I'm just glad you're okay.

I mean, I know what happened was scary.

Harrison's gonna be okay.

Scott's not in trouble.

I mean, any more than usual.

No one's gonna be mad at you.

You saved Harrison's life.

Whatever.

So, what's bothering you?

Harrison said something weird.

Right before he passed out.

Okay.

He said his dad's name isn't Jim Lindsay.

Hey.

You hungry?

I'm good.

How was therapy?

You like the doctor?

Actually, it-it felt great to talk to someone.

Well, that's great to hear.

I'm gonna go lie down. Doctor said to get some rest.

Of course.

Are you sure you don't want any dinner?

We think we have it all figured out.

We think we can control things.

Fix them.

That we can keep life moving forward

on the path we've chosen.

But all that's standing between us and chaos

is a tiny, fragile thread.

Cut that thread,

and we're all just falling into space.

"Ketamine" by Princess Goes to the Butterfly Museum

I wanna feel forever changing

But it's hard when all this rearranging

Means I might be losing you

I wanna soar through candy canyons

But it's hard when my companion's thrashing

Kept from view

We're side by side

Just within reach

But worlds apart

I'm building castles

On the beach

You're tearing out your heart