We sneaked in through the mailbox, a couple
of rebels. Our goal: to change the world, unite
the factions, and maybe sleep together one more time.
Or, that was someones target. An action in the plan.
All I did was break down crying at the mountain of junk.
Why can’t we just get along without high-speed espionage
and sabotage? You barely looked at me. Hitting the red button
with a sigh, you wanted a better partner for doomsday.
I’m still in tears.