Now, I am dancing.
Now, I am back.
Back at our standard.
Back in our hour.
Where we danced like it was the end of our movie.
Where we danced like it was the end of our movie.
Life was her movie and it was only 32 years long
life is a movie and it's only so many years long
so by all means
Scream.
3,000 times less
the hair
on a woman's body.
3,000 times more
the love she will have
for her first-born
second-born
third,
fourth,
and beyond this--
The
Last
Night.
Colder than I am
when my nerves take their rest
Rest their break
Break they do.
When my doors slam then close.
One more inch of snowfall and
I'll be glad to escape these
red, dead eyes.
Making sure they lead with their sharp side.
My shoulders jolt and I scream for my darling
wondering
How long will this one last?
