No tomorrow

Lets say good-bye to the rainbows over our heads
and greet the rain clouds as guests.
I’ve never seen the sky look like this before,
flooded with snow and tears.
It’s a beautiful thing, painted in the sky,
the faces grinning with envy.
Lets parade down the motel and show how we’re in love.
Make this a day worth while
and scream your organs out.
Let the fluid leak through the wood
and soak up all of the feelings we had last past Friday.
We’ll blossom under the stars
and wave our pedals like there is no tomorrow.
The sun breaks and melts us away,
into white and dust and ash.
We’re a pile of bile, burning to mush.
So before we die, lets parade down the motel,
lets show how we’re in love.