it is the last night of the earth limousines are waiting in the streets and you're all dressed up for the last time with high cheekbones and shiny green eyes your every blemish perfect. you are stacking up all your moments of sorrow as if they were books to be placed on a shelf even as the clock ticks away (meet me up on the roof when you get done i'll be up here all night drawing pictures of clouds and roads that never end)