So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within
We were on top of the world
Well, the little snow globe we created, anyway.
And it was nice,
At least for a second.
Before it slipped from our hands
And that little glass world shatter before us.
And the demons inside kept on feasting
And we kept on driving,
As far from the truth as possible
Blasting “Tomorrow Wendy”
Singing as loud as we could,
“Hey, hey, good bye.
Tomorrow Wendy’s going to die.”
Hoping to drowned out the pathetic cries of the demons within us trying to tear free.
So this is how it’s gonna be
You with a gun and me with a car
No one could stop us
Except the demons inside
That ate us from within
And we’ve finally made it to the edge of this cliff,
Like the most forgettable version of Thelma and Louise, ever imagined.
We’re like a half eaten wedding cake
Long before the vows have been spoken.
Only do we go off the edge together?
Or does one of us pull that gun
And save our own ass?
Screw it…
Grab….
Aim…
Shoot.
Fuck your bad vibes… I’m out.
(Thanks to Miss Susanna for the amazing pic and the late night pep talks, during these days of double masters and life quandaries. Much love)
Sep 18, 2013 @ 08:18:13
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