It’s a pretty life, that’s why I decided to not have you in it. The rain on my parade, my washed out stick and poke, and memory that deceived me for pleasure. There was not enough time in the day for me to exist in your life, so now I have no time in the week to offer up mine. The tease, my tempting catch and release, and I was your willing game, right up until I snapped the line. It’s a pretty good world, it’s a pretty good time, it’s a pretty good feeling, and it’s a pretty good thing you’re not in it.