I swear my iPod is becoming sentient. Somehow it always manages to pick the right song at the right moment.
Sooner or later this will fall apart.
It takes more than science to save a failing heart.
I wanted to keep you and hide you from the sun.
But no one could reach you.
You say I’m a black hole.
Singularity.
My own supernova,
a blazing blind catastrophe.
And for once I was a star.
A long time before that
somebody’s sun
But enough of these pointless noises,
enough of just counting down.
This is not a test.
If love is not the answer,
then maybe I misunderstood—oh—the question.
Oh there must be some way out of this.
We stand in a circle
hand in hand in hand.
There’s talk of a comet
over moon and land.
The sand has run out of the glass.
We stand in a circle.
We stand in a line.
But enough of these pointless noises,
enough of just counting down.
This is not a test.
If hope is not the answer then maybe I misunderstood—oh—the question
because there must be some way—
I want it so, so—
there’s always some way—
Well enough of these final nothings.
There’s no time to reconsider.
So love was not the answer, but maybe I misunderstood the question,
because it must be somewhere—
I read it somewhere—
there’s always some way—
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