The exploding airship approaches!
You’ve got my attention, ex-girlfriend.
Blaze up in your own fire, you beautiful Hindenburg.
If you come home we’ll get drunk and fuck like we still love each other,
then I’ll lie, you’ll turn icy, I’ll drive you home stoned and silent,
and you’ll have won. You always win. You always will.
gun parade, remain at war, blow up houses
shoot me if you’ve got the bullets,
otherwise drop out, because those who can’t, teach.
2nd chances not available?
I explode; our fate remains what it is.
Motivation, to move.
The enemy airship reappears, your morning motivation
open fire, guns burning, our performance piece
to want balance, the desire of, the failure of
a military masquerade, this situation is on parade and I’m closing the book.
the ending, this is, stop, moving on. History of Love - next chapter please.