I Said, You're The Beat

She Raised Her Eyes To His. They Had Both Come From Misery, She Thought, And Survived It. They Had Been Drawn Together Through Violence And Tragedy, And Had Overcome It. They Walked Different Paths And Had Found A Mutual Route. Some Things Last, She Thought. Some Ordinary Things. Like Love.

She Was Singed, Bleeding, Bruised, And Furiously Alive.

Holding Onto Something That's Gone Only Makes A Sickness Inside.

He'd Done As He'd Pleased And Even Had Often Enjoyed Long Runs Of Luck Where He Hadn't Been Caught. But The Luckiest Moment Of His Life Had Been Being Caught.

I'm A Barrel Of Monkeys, Kid, Though Mostly I Figure Monkeys Stuck In A Barrel Are Just Going To Be Pissed Off.