No Children - the Mountain Goats





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Published on Aug 11, 2012

I hope that our few remaining friends
give up on trying to save us
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended
fall down beneath their own weight
and I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
someday burns down
and I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
and I never come back to this town again in my life

I hope I lie
and tell everyone you were a good wife
and I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow,
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises,
we're pretty sure they're all wrong

I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
and I hope you blink before I do
and I hope I never get sober

and I hope when you think of me years down the line
you can't find one good thing to say
and I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
you'd stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me,
hand in unlovable hand

and I hope you die
I hope we both die


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