I could be nameless with only one thought. You could be painless and leave your guilt with my questions, and with our hate. This could be the one time, the only time we feel whole. It could be our instant moment of hope. And I could be fearless. And you could be content at the least. Or we could even just be truth less for one night.
I could lie, you know I can.
Was that considered depressing? It could be thought of as melancholy, right? I doubt that. Oh...well then.