PopKa

There’s a crack in the edge at the end of the world
where I will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl
eat us up, break it down, in the tiniest cell
in our room with a view and a window to hell.

Where those who bearing bodies in their barrels of fun
will be marched through museums that display what they’ve done.
They`ll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
where we’ll reluctantly let them in.

-Say Anything

So beautiful.