The music that thoroughly sets my innermost moods...

I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us.
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us.
I hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight.
And I hope we hang on past the last exit.
I hope it's already too late.
I hope the junk yard a few blocks from here someday burns down.
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away, and I never come back to this town again.
In my life, I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife.
And I hope you die. I hope we both die.
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow; I hope it bleeds all day long.
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises; we're pretty sure they're all wrong.
I hope it stays dark forever.
I hope the worst isn't over.
I hope you blink before I do.
I hope I never get sober.
And I hope when you think of me years down the line, you can't find one good thing to say.
And I hope that if I found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way.
I am drowning.
There is no sign of land.
You are coming down with me, hand-in-unlovable-hand.
And I hope you die.
I hope we both die.