something’s crossed over in me & I can’t go back
Ryland was trying to tickle me under my neck and he asks me why my neck feels so wrinkled and I told him it’s just what happens when a person gets older, then I hugged and kissed him good night, closed his door, put on my jacket, got into my car, and drove it off a cliff, Thelma and Louise style, and now I am dead. Only in my case, unlike in Thelma and Louise, I was alone, the cops weren’t chasing me, it wasn’t a cool Thunderbird convertible but a Kia, and the song playing was something by Kesha not an instrumental by hans zimmer.
Life is meaningless and we are all just a masquerade.