"Tell me all about you." "What have you been doing?" And she kept going,"So what's it like...

"Tell me all about you." "What have you been doing?" And she kept going,
"So what's it like in London?" "What's happening in London?" And I said,
"What are you doing here?" "You know, why don't you come
home?" And she said, "Yes", she said, "sometimes I think
of coming home." And- and then she said, "But I'm
involved in this relationship, and it's really complicated." I said, "Why is it complicated?" And she said,
"It's just very complicated, and I'm entangled, and it's very difficult
to extract myself." "And I know
it's not good for me, but I don't feel like
I can get out right now." I wonder if one day
the totally unacceptable blurred with
the almost acceptable, and once she'd stepped
over that line, there was no coming back