#when will you die for the last time in my dreams

when you see me wave
don’t wave back
i might not feel the need
to explain what i need
it’s a dangerous affair
but if I had the chance

i’d get you at the edge of the world
it’s stranger than the stories you choose
for the evening news
i never hear your name
cause you write it all yourself
at the edge of the world
it’s a job done well
they’ll shoot you for a look
inside your shiny plastic shell