Our Final December

Yeah, we didn't die, but it made for some serious inspiration.

I think I'll wait for the world to die with you.
And when all that's left are storefront teddy bears,
and ten-cent-tin-whistles
we can blow them for the coming congregation,
seat them in rows, and make small talk like unnecessarily
uncomfortable family members when their son tells them he's gay.

When we do break the silence, what do you think we'll talk about?

They're all stuffed, so we're going to have to be... creative.

Also, we can't talk about what happens when we all   grow  up.
When we all   move   on.

That would be too much for them to bear.
So let's discuss the good 'ol days.

When the sun still rose, and the sky was still blue.
When it's all over, when we see the horseman,
we can walk hand-in-hand to those fictitious gates in the sky,
and plead our cases when they ask us
why we got lost.