\tSilent roar, normal for a lion in a hospital gown

We should exchange our numbers in case she never comes around

Somehow I'm somewhere neutral

All the way to ash and bone

We're not there yet - face full of hope

Is it late to ask for you to remain?

Fate, here I come

Vulturine, inevitable

Had I not picked up the phone, would she be home?

What were her very last words? Do you recall?

Remain

Fate, here I come

Denial as usual