This was starting to feel like fucking... High School Musical. Not that he'd ever watched it but it had that feel to it. And honestly, he hoped that was not where this was going. Yet he couldn't find it in him to stop.
"I might be better off Closing my eyes And God will come looking for me In time."
Alright, this was making him sound more emo than he was but it was the only thing he could think of on such short notice. And if he noticed anything romantic about it? Well, he wasn't saying.
"All of this dust All of this past All of this over and gone And never coming back All of this forgotten ... Not by me."
And if that didn't speak fucking volumes, nothing would.