I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holding you
Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best
The best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best
The best of you?
Are you gone and on to someone new?
Has someone taken your faith
It’s real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best
The best of you?
— Best of You by Foo Fighters
 
A FOO Fighters album was blaring on my record player as Natasha aka Nats, my 

Gen Z neighbour, stomped into my abode, like Gulliver striding into Liliput.