Gangsters In Love

Shall I write a letter to the war

That we're not going to be home until 2035?

For 2035 is the year of the rage

I'm telling you, it is

For seasons change for a reason

In my hometown,

And love will not be relevant soon

For in 2035 we may not be alive

We might be buried in the grave

But at least we'll be together;

What is a gun without bullets

When the bullets have no fire?

Let a dying rose bleed in Harlem

But at least we'll be alive

For the moment anyway,

And you and I shall die in our best clothes

You in a fancy suit

And me in a wedding dress

For here we come 2035...tomorrow will be sane

For I try to run away from my problems

But somehow I come back to you

And it's the only way

I can cure my insanity,

Two gangsters falling in love

Is an awaiting for a disaster

I can only cure so much of myself, again

Behold; behold the waking love

I can only hold myself accountable

I cannot beat myself up for this

I love you, and only you

And tomorrow the civil war shall come

And we shall stand firm on every charge

And the masses will attack us, for sure

And 2035 will be dead;

And before we begin,

Shall we drink the blood of souls?

How about gazing at the stars one last time?

I want to hold your hand in the grave

For true love is blind to it all.