i can't wait to get out of this place.
these dungeons restrict me
these hallways are suffocating.
plastic mannequins around every corner
dirt bags lurking in the alleys
everyone trying to prove that they are somebodies
somebodies trying to uphold their reputations
they all blur into a sea of color
And just when I think that I've had enough
I think of you.
and my perspective changes.
everything will end.
its inevitable.
still, my brian screams a lurching, horrible noise
we've compared ourselves to a car crash once before
and here that image resurfaces once more
we're in a car that we know will crash.
leaving us both bloody and wounded
bruised and scarred.
yet the miraculous thing is that we embrace it
making the best of the time we have alotted
so bring on the riot
as long as i can hold you now
the car crash is justified in my eyes
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