They keeping telling us
Over
And
Over
And

Over
Again,

To plan for the future.

But you see,
How do we know if the future even exists?
How do we know that world won’t end tomorrow night?

We don’t.
It might not.
But then it could.
Another MaYbE...

sMaLl AnD bIg wHaT iF’s KeEp PlAyInG iN oUr MiNdS

SO INSTEAD OF CARING
We spend our days
SMOKING DOPE
And screaming names
INTO THE ENDLESS VOIDS
We call our
BREAKING HEARTS!

We spend every night
IN SHOPPING TROLLEYS
And empty car parks
WALKING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD
And running along train tracks
UNTIL WE BRUISE OUR KNEES
With stupid promises and naive thoughts.







They keep telling us
To
Grow
Up
And,

Act
Normal

That no one will accept us for us.

But you see,
We don’t care what anyone thinks!
Or the reasons why they think it.

Why should we?
Maybe we should.
But we don’t.
And WhO cArEs?

wHy SpEnD sO mUcH tImE wOrRyInG wHiLe YoU cOuLd Be LiViNg?

SO WHILE THE REST OF THE WORLD IS AWAKE
We dream of first kisses
AND NEW SENSATIONS
Mixed with sweat and lies
WHILE OUR HEART
Burn and stay alight
IN THE MIDDLE OF SPACE.

We whisper everything
AND NOTHING ABOUT THE INBETWEENS
Of what it’s like to be held
DURING THE NIGHTS
We feel nothing and everything at once
CALL US NUMB
We know what we are and what we want.