Monday we fell in love

Tuesday I realized I hated you and what you've become

Wednesday I knew that you hated me back

Thursday we talked and we knew everything would work out

Friday we got drunk and accidentally hated each other again

Saturday we were hungover and had work to do

Sunday we said goodbye, because we ran out of time, and we fell out of each other's arms

We took a drive around town to places we've never been and all signs read:

SLOW
BUMP
STEEP HILL

STOP
CAUTION-- FLAMMABLE
NO TRESPASSING
TOXIC HAZARD
PRIVATE PROPERTY
DO NOT ENTER
RESERVED
DEAD END

WHEN
FLOODED
TURN AROUND
DON'T DROWN

She made a painting out of me
Not to say that I was a new canvas, but that I could still be used
Like I'm her favorite time to waste her days
Reckless with her brushes
She took black and spread it across covering all the white
It's never just black and white with her, just grays and blues
Mostly blues
The crystal clear tear blues
The deep water I can't swim in blues
The bruise blues
I mean it's just a painting, right?

Her masterpiece

For I do not want us to be
Just like fireworks display to me
Beautiful in a moment
Then forever gone.

Poor little rich boy.
25 hours a day.
He's happy when he's sad.
He could do it in his sleep.
She said too much, but not enough.
It's a reminder,
he won't remember.
They can start at the end

Living dead