Who knew this is where we'd come to?nYou always forgot to dot your I's,nAnd cross your T's.nYour writing was never legible,nBut I know you meant good things.nWe are a fucking abomination,nLove to love,nLook below at the city radiant with orange and smoke.nWas this because of us?nIf so,nLet's celebrate with a glass of wine,nAnd a toast to those who made it out alive.nWhy am I not surprised to see that we made it out alive?nSpeak to me;nWe can still be perfect like the charred city that held onto us for so long.nTonight is a night to remember.nIt's the start of the end of us.nBleed baby,nBleed for me.