When the sun has died,
you can have all the wealth in the world,
pondering on a lawn chair in the darkness and bitter cold.

You can scrape along the barren beach shores,
you, the last human on earth,
and enjoy what you've worked toward for your whole life

You can think about all the times you've honked at other people
in traffic, wishing they'd all just go away,
and that you could drive on the empty streets

Have what you've wanted for so long,
and don't cry, because you knew to
be careful of what you wish for

Ever after,
for ever after,
forever after

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