just go away, i heard you say in the press of the phone book
and if you remain,well i hope you're prepared for the dead air and deadlines.
i mean for you to see how much i mean, how much i need this to be done with.
i'm way past the greed, i think i am finally fed up with this
so freeze this sunset forever if you can deliver.
then meet me here when the skies go black
and reason was never a thing to consider
when the walls close in and the scars come back
so don't bail on me,
i guess i mean to see you on the other side
buried in leaves
all together now, like comets we fall to the sea
and we can run away from here
on a headline on a gun
we can belong together, even if only in photographs
and we can find our way fron here
a paperback romance
where everyone dies at the end