And if my woman was fire,
she'd burn before I wake
and be replaced by pints of whiskey,
cigarettes and outspace.

Then somebody moves
and everything you thought you had will go to shit,
but we've got a lot.
Don't ever forget that.

And I wrote this on an airplane, where the people looked like eggs.
And when a woman that you loved is gone,
she was bombing East Japan, and don't fucking move.
Because everything you thought you had will go to shit, but we've got a lot.

Don't you dare forget that.

{ broadripple is burning, margot and the nuclear so and so's }