[Anyme]

Fast and yeah, try to follow me, try to follow me.
From city to city, when as the last time we had a rest or had a drink or slept in a decent bed?
They're always hiding under the bed, always. The unswept ashes, the unheard screams.
I'm here. I'm anywhere. If you come to think of it, I can be right behind your back.
Try to calm her down, try to be so considerate that it hurts.
Actually, it makes you vomit.
I'm nowhere and it's now (c)
She says she loves me, but does she, really, or is it just another game she's trying to play? Like, am I someone else's hobby? She's jealous. I'm fast. This time she's the one to cry, I'm not.
Whatever. What I mean is: if she leaves me, which she might, where will I sleep? We got only one bed.