"Pretty much."
wedding bells ain't gonna chime
(it takes no fear no fear no fear and we are both afraid but you need and I want and we can't think about anybody else but that's not going to last and we know it but need to forget)
with both of us guilty of crime
Part of her, some sliver of rationality and fear in the back of her brain, thinks this was a bad idea--the killing, the club, all of it--because it's put them closer together than they've been in months and everything (the sex and the drugs and the complications) they've never dealt with is creeping back up to the surface.
and both of us sentenced to time
Even knowing that, she wouldn't change a thing about today. She can be selfish like that.
and now we're all alone
"I know."
protect me from what I want