I can taste her on my tongue

Don't tell me I ran out of time.

What if I don't particularly want to move forward? What if I don't want to grow up, don't want to progress, don't want to forget, don't want to let go, don't want to block out, don't want to pretend, don't want to move on? What if all I want to do is turn my heel and run, back to everything the way I fucking liked it, even if it would be too foreign now to fucking comprehend? Then what?

These stinkin' wall must be talking cos

Man, I can hear her.