The thorned obnoxious past is still tangled in my sheets and i cant seem to page the nurse, the sunless shadows are creeping all over me blanketing me in this curse

Baby if you were waiting for the right time to kiss me I think you just missed your chance, we all know the gin doesn't do a single thing for me to erase everything licentious.

I've read the script all over again there seems to be no mention of this but somewhere in her notes there's an absence of clothes that seems to seal my breath