on this day we set aside to celebrate hired killers you look so pretty when you're standing and the snow is falling down slow all around you life is only dream love is only real i dream awake all the time or hallucinate if you want it seems like a lot of people i know worry most about fucking and making money and i worry most about laughing and making music there's something wrong there and i'm only good at laughing one out of four but we'll all die with sweat on our bodies i promise i'll die before you do and i don't want you to be around when it happens but i hope you find the corpse somewhere in a forest, wet from rain or melted snow, not just perspiration |