There is this place I like to go
Where I hide inside my own dark mind

And pretend that I am Holding you

Instead of Hating you

And I would cry into your hair
And you would cry into my skin
And the acidic tears would burn my skin away
      So that you could climb inside

I’d lean over your pale shoulder
Sing you sweet love songs
      Sweet apocalyptic love songs
Because that is what we are,
We are love

We are the End of the World

And when our hearts finally stop beating
And your tears finally stop falling
And our bones would rest on each other’s
Like they’ve always done

And they will find us
The others will
      They will find us and they will scream
Because they will never understand
Understand that
You were always the queen
And I was always the king

And nothing NOTHING
Nothing else ever meant anything