We are such horrible people. We will end up together.

You're just like me.
We hate everything.
We love watching other's cry
and lie
and leave
and die
but never smile.

We rush like changing tides.
Chase after all the things that are not there.
All the conclusion we have not reached
will never meet
or greet
or beat
or cherish.

We make no sense of the situation.
You're just like me so let's get married.
Let's have fights
turn out the lights
don't say we're sorry
because that makes us weak.

We will end up together.
And smiles will line the highway
like yellow umbrellas in that art display.
Come play.
We will end up together.

We have to end up together.