“I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.”
Punch Brothers - Alex
Alex, Short and Sweet,
leave your boyfriends at home and the drinks are on me next week.
He seems like a real good guy,
but you’re only as good as your last goodbye.
Alex, let your long hair down,
like the prettiest brush you could ever use to paint this town,
because you know as well as I do
that we’re only as good as our last goodbyes.
“What will we do, where will we go?”
Alexandra, I don’t really know.
“When will it end?” Whenever you want it to.
Alex to your health!
May you never outgrow the need to outdo yourself,
and heed the jealous cry
of a sitting duck stuck to his last goodbye.
