The Last Stand

Sideshow cars and plastic stars,
a turgid affair,
illuminates the dwindling scars,
they point and stare,

I've been longing for a someone like you,
I've been searching for a way out too,
and somebody - somebody's looking for you.

If I find some way out,
Then I will stay,
With heart split two ways down,
Like tears down my face,

We'll find our way out,
Without a map just our hearts,
And when we get out,
We'll topple down your house of cards.