La la la la la la la la. You make me sad because of how yo
u step on the cracks of the sidewalk in the hopes that some
one's back will indeed be broken. If I ask you to stop, to ******>w down, you slam on the gas and begin to aim for the light
posts. You tell me to shut up and listen to the sound of the m
usic on the radio but the engine is too loud, don't you realize
that? I asked you to be my Genesis, but you just told me you
're already my Revelations. I don't want this to be the end bu
t now you're driving towards the edge of a cliff and now I am
scared but you're squeezing my hand and the marks of your
fingernails are imprinting on my skin. I love you and the cliff
is so close but now I can hear the music. La la la la la la la la.