A solo monologue about aging, lost love, and the lies we tell ourselves. The speaker traces a journey back to Houston while grappling with fading identity and a love never fully known, ending with a defiant call to hold on.
I go on as you get older. I'll use someone to play home. All the lies that I was told. When the love you never knew. All the things that I showed you. That swallow the light from your Pretty decent little playway.— you live. I go on as you get colder. All because I'm coming down to Houston. Danger will follow without you. I go on now to lead you home. All because I— all because I— I'll become— you became me. Hang on tight! Woo!
