this theme is sentimental

I'm killing polar bears for you.
I took a ship to the arctic, I'm blowing them up.
I'm taking you to a rock concert on the moon
to celebrate. There is free beer.

I'm collapsed on the floor,
butt up.
I'm hugging the blanket
you put down as a rug.

I'm screaming about the holes on the floor:
This was a forest, there were deer, here, can you see the holes? Once, you wouldn't have needed a blanket. Once, snow lay in whorls of icing, undisturbed. Do you hear me? Do you love me?

I would have blown up every single deer for you. I would have built a floor from that forest for you.

I would have blown up every motherfucker, 'till it was just you and me, baby.