ferrydust

Fade in, start the scene,
enter beautiful girl.
But things are not what they seem,
as we stand at the edge of the world.

“Excuse me sir, but I had plans to die tonight,
oh and you are directly in my way,
and I bet you’re gonna say it’s not right.”
My reply: “Excuse me miss,
but do you have the slightest clue
of exactly what you just said to me,
and exactly who you’re talking to?”

She said, “I don’t care; you don’t even know me.”
I said, “I know but I’d like to change that soon, hopefully.”

Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self-conclusion in one simplified motion.
You see the trick is that you’re never supposed to act on it
no matter how unbearable this misery gets.

“You make it sound so easy to be alive,
but tell me—how am I supposed to seize this day
when everything inside of me has died?”
My reply: “Trust me, girl,
I know your legs are pleading to leap,
but I offer you this easy choice—instead of dying, living with me”

She said, “Are you crazy? You don’t even know me.”
I said, “I know, but I’d like to change that soon, hopefully.”

Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self-conclusion in one simplified motion.
You see the trick is that you’re never supposed to act on it,
no matter how unbearable this misery gets.

I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough,
and all this cliche motivation—it could never be enough.
I could stand here all night trying to convince you,
but what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose.

“All right, you win, but I only give you one night
to prove yourself to be better than my attempt at flight
I swear to god if you hurt me I will leap—I will toss myself from these very cliffs
and you’ll never see it coming.”
“Settle, precious, I know what you’re going through.
Just ten minutes before you got here, I was going to jump too.”

Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self-conclusion in one simplified motion.
You see the trick is that you’re never supposed act on it
no matter how unbearable this misery gets.