“Nothing is important, so people realising that should get on with their lives, go mad, take their clothes off, jump in the canal, jump into one of those supermarket trolleys, race ‘round the supermarket and steal Mars bars and, y’know, kiss kittens and sit on the back of breadvans. Whatever makes people happy they should do it, because time is a mere scratch and life is nothing.”—Morrissey
And tonight will go on forever while we walk around this town like we own the streets. And stay awake through summer like we own the heat. Singing, “Everybody wake up! Wake up! It’s time to get down.” Everybody, everybody wake up, it’s time to get down.
I’m gonna stay eighteen forever, so we can stay like this forever.
virginia, i had a dream that you invited us over you still lived on the street where you laid down for good we all sat on the floor as my kids swam around us you smoked cigarettes like i knew you would we were worried about your personal salvation was it heaven or hell that you saw when your eyes closed? you smiled at us, floating high above the question like you knew something we didn’t know virginia, i had a dream we were closer than brothers singing pictures of you crashing cars skipping school we drove all over town as the days blurred around us we wore out your cassettes, we were nobody’s fool they were worried about our high school graduation they read us a poem “oh the places you’ll go” you smiled it off, floating high above the question like you knew something they didn’t know