Wednesday, November 13, 2024

No Children by The Mountain Goats

 I hope that our few remaining friends

Give up on trying to save usI hope we come up with a fail-safe plotTo piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mendedFall down beneath their own weightAnd I hope we hang on past the last exitI hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from hereSomeday burns downAnd I hope the rising black smoke carries me far awayAnd I never come back to this town again
In my life, I hope I lieAnd tell everyone you were a good wifeAnd I hope you dieI hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrowI hope it bleeds all day longOur friends say it's darkest before the sun risesWe're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark foreverI hope the worst isn't overAnd I hope you blink before I doI hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the lineYou can't find one good thing to sayAnd I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk outYou'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowningThere is no sign of landYou are coming down with meHand in unlovable handAnd I hope you dieI hope we both die