"Okay, so look, I'm 17 years old
And you're the last, best thing I've got going,
But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you
What am I supposed to do? No way of knowing, so I follow you down your twisting alleyways,
find a few cul de sacs of my own.
There's only one place this road ever ends up
and I don't want to die alone..."
"And like the cat I have nine times to die. This is number three."