Ticked Off

We flew past the dawn, defeated the sunset, enhanced the moon, ate the pie, sipped malt scotch, got inked and became sick in the head. It was a bad rush in Russia where we met the queen of Spain and bought an old car, named Vex. All for what? It was the last year of our lives and we wanted to live just a little. Did we do only ok? I know you lie to our mother and smile for father. Me, I'm the opposite. I toast them bloodily and slowly on the stove. I remember the past and live for now. My clock counts down. I'm on the way to China. Don't need my meds. Not with the clock ticking. Hurry, meet me in Chengdu.