"Once, she had me on my knees, enamoured with disease; now she fails to impress, a different sickness, a different kind of sickness, lacking any interest." No, seriously. She'd identified herself to both sides of the song like whoa. "And I, sunk in apathy, totally absorbed in me, sitting vacant on my own, my senses lying prone; she was the new thing, she was the new thing, she was the new thing, another new thing! Staring at her, alterior girl, I cast myself into whatever she brings..."

She rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes, reciting the last bits quitely enough that no one else could've heard them but him right now, because he was close enough.

"With sickness, it ends how it begins: First mine then hers, and then the cycle blurs as my actions reoccur through no fault of my own, through no fault of my own, through no fault of my own; I am the new thing, I am the new thing, I am a new..."

She chuckled as the song ended, went to rest her head against his shoulder. "I'm not doing the next one."