Put a ♫ in the my ask box and I'll tell you what song fits our muses relationship.
We are lies like the summertime.
Like the spring we are such f o o l s,
like fall we are the prophets,
like ωιηтєя we are cruel.
I don’t know what’s wrong with us,
they just made us this way.
There’s a ǝןoɥ in you and me,
that pulls us ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.
And I don’t know where we belong,
I think we grew under a bad sun.