I've figured out how much pressure your lips can take

To end here, now, to most, would make absolutely no sense. But I say, it makes all the sense. I have peered curiously into the future wherein I've surveyed all that is to befall us. The rising tide of tears, howling, loathing and trembling fury. At the same time I see all the fake reasons we will concieve in hopes of our preservation challenged by obviously irreconcilable differences. It's a waste, and if you ask me. Instead I think we should end it, here, while we still enjoy luxurious ignorance. This relationship is already dead, we now have the choice to die with it.