Cough perfume. Let's leave here soon. Breathe with lungs wide, diaphragm aflame, nose wide open like only love can blame. Let's set this place back a century. Bring on the dark ages, tug the heartstrings, form noose from sweaty bed sheets. Listen to rain on aluminum awnings. Pout after you mourn. Dream in past tense, and use passive tone in your speech.
I'm with the trees in June. Let's catch fire and leave here soon.