Everything. - Jaws of Love.

I see your face

You had no calls for a week and you’re

Counting the fingerprints on your phone

While everyone else

Is alive in the place that no one told you to go

We’re crawling past

A crumpled heap of metal that is

Decorated with blue and red lights

And I heard you say

«If we’re all gonna die then it doesn’t mean anything.»

Doesn’t that make it mean everything?

Doesn’t that make it mean everything to us?

Doesn’t it make you want everything

Before they take away everything from us?

Doesn’t it make you want everyone

That you have ever loved something they know?

Doesn’t it make you feel anything

Is better than feeling nothing at all?