Now wouldn't you like to live a little?
To taste cherry cola on your tongue?
wouldn't you like to lock eyes
with those as drowned as your own?
Would you spill out all the unspoken secrets
your heart held hostage of,
if only you had a slow beating one
sleeping right next to you?
But you call yourself a coward,
unworthy of respect,
if only you knew a spirit
who would put your burden to death.