Existentialism on Prom Night

Sing me something soft,

Sad and delicate,

Or loud and out of key,

Sing me anything,

we're glad for what we've got,

Done with what we've lost

Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,

Sing like you think no one's listening,

You would kill for this,

Just a little bit,

Just a little bit,

You would,

 

 

 

Done