I'm Not Like A Car You Can

I'll Always Be Waiting In The Wings Bella

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

I'm Not Like A Car You Can Fix Up. I'm Never Gonna Run Right" Bella

She Sees Things — Things That Might Happen, Things That Are Coming. But It’s Very Subjective. The Future Isn’t Set In Stone. Things Change.

You Still Owe Me A Yellow Porsche.