Forgive Me my Rage Who gives a fuck about anything? Who gives a damn anymore? You can live day by day; you can live night by night, waiting for the red mark on your door. Tonight I don’t give a fuck about anything: I got a bottle and a plan. Alone with my girl and her hair of gold, though before morning, we’ll be damned. If what we’re doing is wrong, I’m not sorry. If it’s alright, forgive me my rage. We’ve only a touch; we’ve only a kiss: a kiss of death to a dying age. So tonight we’ll fuck in our heaven, though the cold, grey dawn may cast us down. In defiance we kissed, even as he pursed his lips: Gabriel came and went without a sound.