-ember

Hey now!

Let’s play until the moon is sober

The pain you won’t regret

If we leave earlier than November

The night will be wasted

.

Hold on!

Where is your fire? Opening ember

And shot in trinitrotoluene

If we’d leave later than September

We will be selfish machines

.

Break in!

You dance in the sunlight forever

On ten thousand arrogance

We’re never here, only on October

Accidents in an ambulance

.

Fuck it!

The rest of the months’re all severed

I don’t care if we’re hollow

We’ll be here ’til the end of December

And die in San Fransisco.

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