Who knew this is where we'd come to?
You always forgot to dot your I's,
And cross your T's.
Your writing was never legible,
But I know you meant good things.
We are a fucking abomination,
Love to love,
Look below at the city radiant with orange and smoke.
Was this because of us?
If so,
Let's celebrate with a glass of wine,
And a toast to those who made it out alive.
Why am I not surprised to see that we made it out alive?
Speak to me;
We can still be perfect like the charred city that held onto us for so long.
Tonight is a night to remember.
It's the start of the end of us.
Bleed baby,
Bleed for me.