Marcus is reevaluating himself down there.
Even if he improves, he can't have you again.

Futility is my closest friend.
The one who is most aware of gravity's existence.
Perhaps, this one time, I won't listen to him.

Around the block, the diesel fuel reeks and the pavement is dingy.
All the businesses are closing down.
If I have you, I'll forget all about those things.

We already have a bond.
I'm not a hyena.
Or some desperate, insecure shut-in.

If you say no, just know that I'm able to go away in peace.