No Children

I hope that our few remaining friends 
give up on trying to save us. 
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot 
to [bad word] off the dumb few that forgave us. 

I hope the fences we mended 
fall down beneath their own weight. 
And I hope we hang on past the last exit, 
I hope it's already too late. 

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here 
someday burns down. 
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away, 
and I never come back to this town again. 

In my life, I hope I lie, 
and tell everyone you were a good wife. 
And I hope you die, 
I hope we both die. 

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow; 
I hope it bleeds all day long. 
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises; 
we're pretty sure they're all wrong. 

I hope it stays dark forever, 
I hope the worst isn't over. 
And I hope you blink before I do, 
and I hope I never get sober. 

And I hope when you think of me years down the line, 
you can't find one good thing to say. 
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out, 
you'd stay the hell out of my way. 

I am drowning. 
There is no sign of land. 
You are coming down with me, 
hand in unlovable hand. 

And I hope you die, 
I hope we both die.