If you have no place to run to,
I will make one.
Mold it from the shape of my heart and hands
And ship it to you, so far away.
I promise the night will never come,
And your mind will never fail you.
Your doubts will disappear
Like broken thoughts of old virtue.
We will race the clock and the years that try to age us,
Try to tear us from our fantasy,
Because nothing this perfect should exist.
You can come with me,
Take my hand and dive into this nonexistence I've planned.
Or stay here and slowly decay inside,
Piece by ruined piece,
Like the rest of them.
Let your mind go blank and float into this sweet nothingness,
This white eternity I've given us.
Follow me into our faulty escape.
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I believe in John Lennon because he told me all I need is love, & to me that seems pretty accurate.
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