I thought love was going to be fun.
Too late, I realized I was staring at a loaded gun, held
by my unhappy woman.
I see my memories running
like old film reels.
This is a one-way voyage, an
unusual travel package.
I want to wake up from this dreadful dream.
But all I can do is only scream.
This one is a dark comedy theme.
My last wish? Irish coffee topped with vanilla cream.