And you pick a random target, a neck to hang your noose. You claim you’ll win the war you started, but how many battles can you lose? It’s always been your vision to promise golden fields as you scatter with precision the seeds of love they’ll never yield. But I’ll keep your heart in mine. I’ve come to learn with time. I’ll keep your heart in mine, my friend.
And you say that you’re impulsive, that when you kill you get the blues, but ah! you’re just repulsive! Another asshole in the queues. And I smiled when I discovered the wounds you couldn’t nurse. I saw you hide under the covers and slipped a death poem in your purse. I’ll keep your dreams in mine. They will all see in time. I’ll keep your dreams in mine, my friend.
And so I’ll drink from your misery and spit it out as rain. I'll advertise your sympathy and rearrange your pain. And we’ll watch what will follow in the darkness of our nights, one foot in the shadows and another in the light. And we’ll never die.