the world ends and its beautiful you come over for a day of sun but it keeps changing like starbursts across the sky we could set up a tent in the rain and turn off the radio and have hundreds of people but also none except for us and i suppose you could smile at me with tears in your eyes and we'd deflect by trying to think of what song we want to die to and then we'd choose that one that sounds like fairy lights and speaks of a time we will never see again because we will never open our eyes to see the silence before morning and i will never miss your hands because they are outlining the constellations above us and we can make up new ones as we listen to the anarchy outside our yard but the silence will eventually be swallowed by the crying that we'll try not to do but eventually we will let loose a tear as the sky comes falling down and as we are together we will think that this could be the last moment and that we are heading forward alone but eventually the fear will die too and there will be nothing left except us and i can feel the slow disintegration until there are none instead of two and my palms will bleed in the absence of you but i need not worry because before you are completely gone the world turns blinding white and it all disappears.