I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us. I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us.
I hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight. And I hope we hang on past the last exit, I hope it's already too late.
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down. And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away, and I never come back to this town again.
In my life, I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife. And I hope you die, I hope we both die.
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow; I hope it bleeds all day long. Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises; we're pretty sure they're all wrong.
I hope it stays dark forever, I hope the worst isn't over. And I hope you blink before I do, and I hope I never get sober.
And I hope when you think of me years down the line, you can't find one good thing to say. And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way.
I am drowning. There is no sign of land. You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand.