All the Saints

DEAR IMAGINARY DIARY THAT I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN IN BEFORE I NEED YOU FOR A MOMENT TO TAKE DOWN THE EVENTS OF THE EVENING I HAVE A PENCHANT FOR FORGETTING THAT’S JUST HOW MY MIND WORKS JUST LET ME FIND A PEN OKAY OKAY WHERE DO I BEGIN IT WAS DARK AND STORMY AND SHE COULDN’T IGNORE ME IT WAS AWFUL TO SEE AND A WORSE PLACE TO BE JUST LET ME TURN THIS PAGE TO A FRESH WHITE SHEET IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN ALL THIS POWER ALL THIS MEMORY I COULD TELL YOU EVERYTHING I WAS BACK IN FRONT SEAT COUNTING EDGES OF THE STOP SIGN ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT HURRY UP, IT’S GETTING LATE I DON’T WANT TO LINGER UNLESS YOU RUN YOUR FINGER ‘CROSS THE BACK OF MY NECK JUST ABOVE MY CHAINS AND REMIND ME AGAIN HOW YOU SAY MY NAME IT’S STILL THE SAME OLD ME THE MAN OF YOUR DREAMS WE CAN DRIVE ALL NIGHT BUT WE CAN NEVER BE FREE HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED ALL THE SAINTS HAVE THE EXACT SAME ENDING TO THEIR STORY THEY WERE GOOD AND THEN THEY DIED AND THROUGH SOME MAGIC ACT THEY’RE GLORIFIED SANCTIFIED SET ASIDE FOR ALL OF TIME LET’S BECOME SAINTS LETS DIE TODAY LET’S BURN OURSELVES WE’LL MAKE A HANDSOME FLAME ALL THE SAINTS ALL THE SAINTS ALL THE SAINTS THEY MAKE THEM SEEM SO BRAVE ALL THE SAINTS ALL THE SAINTS LET’S MAKE FRIENDS WITH ALL THE SAINTS