Sean Patrick

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.And I hope you die, I hope we both die.