“We’d sink like the Titanic but faster.”
Why?
Why bother?
It’s going to end so why let it begin?
Do we just dance our dance and pretend?
Or do we acknowledge that it’s hopeless and spare ourselves the pain?
Or do we look the world square in the jaw and say “Fuck you, this moment is mine, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t perfect.”
It’s stupid, it’s juvenile, but sometimes I just want to be wanted.
Do you ever think we should’ve been together?