HOME IS WHERE THE BUGS ARE ! ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

it's the end of the world, let's dance a little

who cares if the world is burning around you, there's no need to get into the nitty-gritty of it all.

so what if I leave school one day and all my friends disperse into the apocalypse on fifty different yellow buses,
it's all good.

worldwide panic, so last week.
so let's rock, baby rock, and dance through the fire and the flames and boogie til we die!

long live stubbornness.