Intuition ALWAYS tells me more than you do, so what’s THAT supposed to tell me?

Trust issues say trust my gut instead of you, but they also say run faster than any predator can cause I have a bad tendency for falling for traps like you, with eyes like yours from a city like mine.

St. Paul.

What a fucking battlefield-holding footing and somehow still attempting to navigate the streets while avoiding a mine-pit.

Ka-boom, baby.

The explosions always come when you least expect it, but constantly expecting war is just a terrible way to live life, isn’t it?