your airplane
made of glass
we wanted to fly away
to anywhere
but hell seemed the closest

you don’t need money in hell
and you don’t need a car

we can still run away
they found us out
but they can’t break us
not all the way
we can still make it

now that you’re human again
we can do it
we can go to college
i can write plays
you can manage the finances
we can cook and bake
and we will own
a dinner theatre