"Soon I'm gonna add to that,"
and is it wrong to be excited?
Imma tell you, baby,
everything'll be okay,
but we both know it's not true.

And how, goddammit, could anyone
hurt you?

Now I know I'm a hypocrite,
but I'm a lot of things
and you're a part of
all the ones I wouldn't change.
This rhyme scheme is as
fucked up as I am,
so it seems appropriate
to never let me know what you
deem appropriate.

Everything, baby,
this: you and I
is leaving town without saying "goodbye."
But it's only for a little;
watch the time crawl by.

And, just so you know,
if you're weak enough to die,
so am I.