Remember when I played assassin. Remember when my joking turned grim. Remember how we thought if we followed the dots it would stop all the accidents. Remember when you broke my halo. Remember when I tied your wings in. Remember how we slipped on the lies we equipped just to bring back the goods again. Is it perfect in our little Hell? Are you dancing or stumbling beside me? Well this might not be. We'll just wait and see. So now that we've stopped hearing echoes and now that the replay wore thin: Just remember who held you.