We Toasted the End with Gasoline
We were laughing when the sirens stopped, drunk off end times and gasoline
Your middle finger lit the sky like a flare while cities cracked beneath our boots
Said, “If this is the end, then let’s make it fucking cinemic”
The skyline crumbled like wet paper, but you kissed me like nothing mtered
Ash rained down like confetti and I danced in it, barefoot, bleeding, grinning
I swear I never felt more alive than the night the world caved in
We toasted the end with gasoline, lips stained in soot and sin
Fuck your survival plans, we lit fireworks in the wreckage
Burned it all, baby—love letters, bills, our titles, the fucking sky
You carved your name into my shoulder with a nail, left it open just to sting
I licked the blood, you swallowed the last of the rum, and we both howled the smoke
No plans, no gods, just lust and flame and beautiful, reckless death
Our shadows flickered like demons dancing on concrete graves
You laughed when I said “forever”—not out of scorn, but ‘cause forever already burned
And when the wind came carrying screams, we just screamed back louder
Nothing grows here anymore, but I’d still fuck you in the ruins
Apocalypse wasn’t a warning—it was a dare
And we answered it naked, high, and holy on the bones of everything we used to need
006 is next—My List subject, and it’s gonna hurt. I’m taking “Realizing you’re in a toxic relionship but can’t easily leave.” Say “continue” and I’ll wreck it proper.