Don't go to bed if you know that something's waiting to grab you in the night and throttle hope from your heart.
Don't close your eyes if the ills are fornicating and conceiving of an evil to break you from the start.
No, stay and play with me.
We'll lock it down and sleep outside, our heads on shoulders.
Okay? that's how it be; that's what our love is, and will hold us til we're older.
Don't go indoors if the walls that are waiting have a way of hindering healing laughter in your chest.
And don't try to speak any words of how you're hating when the song of how you're loving is always best.
No, stay and play with me.
We'll lock it down and sleep outside, our heads on shoulders.
Okay? that's how it be; that's what our love is, and will hold us til we're older.
I believe these are end times.
Wouldn't it be best to be together then?
The smell of your box on my mustache or a crossword on our mind.