"And keep in mind what I told you about ugly babies." I nod contentedly, then turn back to them. "So, how have things been going? Come on, what are you willing to admit?" I ask, smirking.
"Ugly babies...?" I ask under my breath, confused, running outside with him.
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it
Don't look back till you're free to chase the morning