Counterattacks

Ahhhhhhhhhh
The child will grow up
To commit unspeakable acts
Like pushing random strangers
Into the subway tracks
I love you is just a statement
That self retracts
Life is just a series
Of counterattacks
I wish you
Could see me here
If my aim is true
The end is near
Oh the end is near
And it’s alright
My feet are on the ground
The end is here
My hair is white
And it feels like a let down
Ahhhhhhhhhhh