Give me a pill, a vaccine, a shot
Something to cease my realism
I see you becoming endlessly old
I see us becoming younger together

Sooner or later the blood supply stops
Each memory’s left hanging to bleed
And we. We are looking at Us from beneath
A life, A routine, A love. This last beat
Of our heart is bringing us closer
At the end of the tunnel there is a monster

Or should I call it the light?
Maybe none of it’s right