I think I am burning a hole in the ozone layer,
And that I can hear my own heartbeat on an infrasonic wavelength.
And I think that somewhere in a corresponding but distant world,
There is another dark night just like this one.
On a pile of chalky bricks in a suburb soaked with bristling January rain,
A girl like me wonders what it is that she desires.
Maybe to burn down a building;
Something old and tall and made of shaking wooden planks.
Maybe to fall asleep in the middle of a screeching highway,
And just melt against the dripping wet neon soundscape that is all these highways around her.
She sits on her front stoop akin to my own
And she burns her own hole in another threadbare ozone layer.
"if you die, I'm gonna kill you" for DeanCas pls ^^