is it just me
or is the thought of shared death
a truly romantic affair?
and i don't mean
to die together
of old age...
to fall in each other's arms
following an overdose of opium
while we slip six feet under
listening to the smiths--
"and if a double-decker bus
crashes into us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die"
i wanna die together
with our lips locked in an embrace
while we swing back and forth
across an empty ballroom floor
"and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die"
is it just me
or am i fucked up?
(at least then
you'd be the last thing
i see)