Can I ask you straight out, Not over vodka? I doubt I'll destroy you with this.

Can I ask you straight out, Not over vodka? I doubt I'll destroy you with this. These trends of what's going on Have rocked your boat too, Pulled the soul out? How do you not jump into the abyss from where you stand? I gathered memories up in an armful. The ones that turn my blade Of a borderline universe. We've got used to enduring the present. After all, we're children of a great past! On the threshold is a future just the same, But for me even just a good one is enough.