the End of La-La-Land (Hypothetically, Of Course)

When the world bleeds
out its final, agonizing
drop, I will miss
you. I will miss you
until the world
is through.

As every day,
every hour,
every fucking millisecond
flies by like a vulture
my mind is in a tornado
thinkin' about what
we could be.

I wish I could stand
by you, be beside
you, and live in a
fairy tale with butterfly
kisses, sober princes, and
not a reason in Hell to cry.

Because, in this
la-la-land
I won't want to take
a razor to my throat,
or jump off the bridge,
or die. I want
to live in a world that
I'd want to stay
alive in.

And here, as long
as you're not with
me, I cannot find a fucking
reason to be
happy.