An old married couple, that's how we picture them, now that they're dead and gone
No one knew why they left, one day they took the car heading out to the coast
Old is a funny way of putting it, they weren't . . . old that is, they were young
Like they'd been together since they were little kids, they'd bicker over Spawn
Don't ask me about it, I never saw the film, but they loved stupid stuff
Maybe I'm wrong to call a genre "stupid stuff" but super heroes boast
An audience of nerds, geeks, Japanese cosplay performers, the unsung
Repertory actors, shy exhibitionists and extroverts alike
Really, just ignore me as I'm still unpublished, who am I to talk rough
If I judge from a point of envy or hatred, jealousy is my base
Exactly when did I lose the thread to follow my way out of the cave
Despite the fact they were . . . teenagers, nowhere near over the hill, the face
Carried them off the cliff, a murder-suicide, just old enough to drive
Old married couples live forever in the minds of loved ones, memories
Unattached to reason, to problem-solving goals, crop up at strange moments
Perhaps as a trigger elicits a breakdown, a time when I feel spent
Like after a long day working on a sentence, as my accessories
Explode during a storm, an electrical surge during a voltage spike
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