golden hearts are meant to change
and black ones are the same
the grand puzzle shifts,
we say "fuck the pieces!"
and burst out of our cubicles,
into the apocalypse rain.
"There is nothing left." they said.
And we left anyways.
Together, blue hair and pink nails,
brave hearts and rock & roll,
nobody else understands.
To get somewhere you gotta
walk through the cold fire
you gotta kiss the stars goodbye
and the last glitter of hope....
is in your eyes,
if there was one last breath in the world...
I'd let you have it.
