Kaz: Just like a moth drawn to a flame. Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain Your bitter heart, cold to the touch Now I'm gonna reap what I sow I'm left seeing red on my own. Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover And move on. You watch me bleed until I can't breathe Shaking, falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches. Tripping over myself Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches...
Don's spidy senses start tingling. Despite himself, he gets a distinct feeling that something is very, VERY wrong with Kaz.