Flip the script

 

If this life comes even close to decaying

 

Weighing on my purple heart

 

A song

 

Sung

 

Of

 

Familiar

 

Tone

 

But not this part

 

Soon

 

Chaos may ensue

 

Leaving enough distraction

 

For me to slip out back

 

And just enough time

 

For me to find you.

 

While the sky is falling

 

and smoke fills the room

 

Some will panic

 

Other will know exactly what to do

 

Me, I will leave early

 

So when panic ensues

 

I will have just enough time 

 

to slip out back

 

and find you.