a conversation.
sitting at a redlight in the middle of the night on a sleepy knoxville friday
the mountain goats' "no children" is playing through the car speakers while it mingles with the sounds of trafic.
boy-you know lindsey, if we do end up getting married this should be the song.
girl- at least the melody would make a good wedding march, and besides you know half my bridesmaids would know the words.
they both smile and begin to sing the second verse
"I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die "