I’ll be older, and wiser, a year from now or so
I’ll cut my hair short
And feel the cool breeze
I’ll look out the window
And for once, I’ll be at peace
I’ll get my license
I’ll drive real carefully
When I pick you up from work and get the groceries
I’ll be your husband and your wife
Whatever you want, really
And we’ll go to the Rocky Mountains
We’ll run into the sea
We’ll hold hands underneath the stars
And it’ll feel like home to me
And maybe I’m irresponsible
But I’ll take it over misery
I’ll take every scrap of pity
I’ll do what I have to do
So we’ll swim in the frozen lakes at midnight
And we’ll climb up those frozen mountains
If we want to, or maybe we won’t
We’ll pick flowers
And get ice cream on the side of the road
I’ll try not to think about it
Like I always do
About headstones and eulogies
And rotting to the core
I’ll just cut my hair short
And I’ll take you to the shore
This is really a song, but I liked the lyrics enough to post here.