27s

Maybe I'll take up smoking
Till my lungs end up fully carbonized
And slowly pass away
Because that's the whole point

If my girlfriend heard these words she'd probably cry
My boyfriend is stupid but I don't want him to die
I like things that are bad for me
And I do them all the time

When I gave up hoping
I had a moment of clarity
That the whole thing
Is just so much larger than me

And I'm not even talking of
All these social constructs
More the way it goes on
Forever into outer space

My girlfriend doesn't know I wanna go beyond the sky
My boyfriend wants to fall in a black hole and I don't know why
I like things that are bad for me and fall into them all the time

Your lung health it goes on forever
Teenage angst it goes on forever
This black hole it goes on forever
Girlfriend's love it goes on forever
Hale based life it goes on forever
Lucky cig it smokes on forever
Lung cancer it goes on forever
Til it stops

And when the acceleration
Of the outward expansion
Of physical space
No longer exceeds
The gravitational forces
Condensing everything to a single point

I won't be the only one in the room collapsing
The last thing I recall
Are my 27s getting crushed in my pocket
Along with the rest of matter in the universe