I remember when this song meant a lot to me. It’s somehow sadder that I haven’t felt that strongly about someone since. (This song also reminds me of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, btw. I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s called “No Children”)
I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot to piss off the few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit, I hope it’s already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and I never come back to this town again
In my life
I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow, I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises, we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever, I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do, yeah and I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line, you can’t find one good thing to say
And I hope if I had the strength to walk out, you’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning, there is no sign of land
You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
