My hair and my suit, too.
I'm aware of that. I've written'em down.
I'm changing my hair back.
And that's the story of how dying my hair kept us from doing something we both would have regretted that night.
Fluido, inconsistente, impalpabile, incorporeo.
Questo è il rapporto. Questo è il sentimento. Nessuna strategia, nessun piano.
I'm just not in a relationship.
I'm not very good at telling stories.
Paranoid. Black Sabbath.