When you’re burning to death, your body automatically curls you into the fetal position, shuts down and you pass out before you feel too much pain. It just gives in, gives out, gives up.

You dream in blue and I dream in gold and they mesh to make this murky grey we can’t see anything through this city’s smog that’s brought the fall of our empire before it even rose. Talk about potential, and I’ll talk about a disappointment. I’ve got this silly way of always setting myself up for it. I’m drinking in the attention like it was wine, bittersweet and not quenching quite as good as water but it keeps me from going dry.

You talk to them like they are me and soon they are gonna catch on that fast sinking feeling; that painful burning; that’s too much to take.

Cut to the emergency room. 10 ccs, nurse scalpel please, doctor a tube here. We’re losing this one. Who’d care if you just let me go? There’s blood all over the floor and I feel like I’m in love. All that red. Hearts all over. Ignore the fact we’ve got one that stopped beating.

When I said I’d give you everything, I signed myself up for organ donor. The jokes on me, they’re replacing hearts with plastic these days. Who didn’t see that coming?

Las vegas is a state over. You got the strip to guide you in for landing and only one light showing you the way, but it shines brighter than any others. Now it’s a country away. See what happens when you hesitate?

I’m used to it.