your not something i want to deal with right now. your something new that i don't have the time to sort out and im afraid that i've hurt you already and we aren't even together.
death looks you in the face, the rest of the world trembles in fear, and your friends beg you to run, your family tells you to look away, and religion says its alright, God says take head, the Devil smiles and says "what say you?" and Death bids them all to hush and looks at me,
and all you can respond with is "what took you so long?"