I know you’re right—you probably could have taken care of yourself. But I couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt due to my negligence. I’m your protector, after all. That’s my role.
During a fight, my head and my nerves are buzzing, looking after you and making sure nothing so much as grazes you. You’re sacred. You’re what’s keeping Paris from armageddon.
I know before each fight that I’ll end up sore from being used as a human shield, punching bag, and catapult payload—I’m the chew toy we use to distract the enemy so you can do your part.
What would happen to you if I didn’t protect you?
During a fight, my head and my nerves are buzzing, looking after you and making sure nothing so much as grazes you. You’re sacred. You’re what’s keeping Paris from armageddon.
I know before each fight that I’ll end up sore from being used as a human shield, punching bag, and catapult payload—I’m the chew toy we use to distract the enemy so you can do your part.
What would happen to you if I didn’t protect you?
— Sebben, crudele, mi fai languir
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I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision
But only for you
But only for you
My head is stripped just like a screw that's been tightened too many times
When I think of you
When I think of you
I will shield you from the waves
If they find you
I will protect you
But only for you
But only for you
My head is stripped just like a screw that's been tightened too many times
When I think of you
When I think of you
I will shield you from the waves
If they find you
I will protect you
— "The Last Of The Real Ones", by Fall Out Boy
