Ivory skin
True goth within

   Don't hold your grin boy
   It will get stuck in the wind

Suicidal love letters
To explain my final sin

   Boy says your life is nothing
   And loners should play their violin

As I looked down from the bridge sullenly
I realized losers never win

You picked white roses from the depths of my dreams

I drew loops in my mind
And followed them in to the inevitable

is this it?
the life we were promised?
we look past the present, we say that we're honest
is this it?
the great romance novel?
a happy ending sappy ending a villain who's awful?
is this it?
our legacy? our time?
the hate the love the good the bad the justice and the crime?
if this is it
where did our time go?
fast and then slow, fast, slow, fast, slow
is this it?