Anabelle, the World Is Ending

You sat alone and watched the world explode

You were bored

I was stuck in a room filled with mirrors wanting more

But love, it never came and saved no one

We just ran around and fucked things up

Growing grey never seemed too much fun

It was New Year's Eve and I didn't have one resolution

But I took a chance, asked her to dance and we talked about science fiction

I asked her if she believed in salvation, she replied, "I'm not really superstitious"

So we just danced and talked about fiction

You sat alone and watched the world explode

You were bored

I was stuck in the elevator on the 12th floor, with a drink poured

But love, it never came and saved no one

We just run around and tend to fuck things up

It wasn't Halloween but we were wearing costumes

You were Snow White and I was a young Sinatra

Annabelle, growing grey doesn't seem so bad now

You said," Shut your mouth, drink up, don't be so sad now

I hear the afterlife is sort of like a playground"

So we danced and talked about fiction

Anabelle, I didn't know you so well

It's a shame the world is ending

So we danced and talked about fiction