(It might seem strange, given the lack of context, but this one was too personal to put on Facebook.)
We swore we would meet, you and I
On the last sunset before the end of the world
And I would bring every bag of chips I had
And you would bring all the wits you had left
And we would watch the red light shine
The red light of glory and death
Waiting for your own end is morbid, I know
Waiting for anything's a waste of time
That's what they say in this country of ours
A stitch in time saves nine
Yet as we're all desperate for immortality
Gasping for one last breath of sweet air
We stare at the Eternal orb of our last sun
Rising and falling to mark our days
And every day might be our last
And every moment we have is precious
And every passion we have is the first we ever felt
And the very last to come
