Did you mean “this could go on forever” in a good way?
It doesn’t sound that way to me, anymore.
On average from now until infinity or when it goes bad,
We’ve never lived as we were meant to.
I still believe in honesty and dramamine courage
helps me vomit out demeaning apologies.
If we’d had the means death would come with dignity,
But they charge a mean fee for dying in a clean place like
A hospital bed melting into morphine, too late for bromine,
Every shuddering breath meaning nothing in the end.
Go gentle into that good night, I mean,
I’m sure we meant well, we always mean well but I think
I love you. I think I know what the word love means
but I’m mean, and I’m selfish, and I can’t help but watch you leave.
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