I Think We're In Minsk...

play vera lynn at my funeral, though I don't think we will meet again. I'm not morbid. I'm just forgetful and I think it'd be a funny way to end. But I can wait to get there. I know that light is somewhere so I'll fucking find it I swear. Tie it down and drag it back home. sunburnt like every summer. sleepless like every new year. if I die, I'm dying right here. all my friends I'm begging you stay close.
real life: it will get you every time (get you every time)
oh my god. now let me contradict the last few things I wrote, like, "I'm not morbid. I'm just forgetful". because I am morbid. the dam is fucking breaking.