Something’s broken in me, something I need to fix…
The look in her eye says she’s got some feelings about me.
Good thing I’m not proposing or anything.
Been there, done that, and the scars of betrayal are still fresh in my heart.
What’s left of it.
Nah, I’m not proposing anything permanent.
I just need a buffer from the outside world.
Songs—I’ve got em’. Talent—got that too.
Inspiration born of unfaithfulness? Yeah, I can practically taste it still.
But yearning spikes in my blood when she’s near.
The first real thing I’ve felt in a long time.
I just need to hold on long enough to resurrect the man I was.
And let go before I go and do something stupid … like give Zara West the power to bring me to my knees.