The Difference Between Me and You

Oh the wonderful things I think of at 1:30 in the morning....

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
but here is the difference
between me and you:

You think I am sweet,
I think you are sour;
your impending doom
is on the hour.

So lets go for a walk
just me and you,
past the birds and bees
and roses in bloom.

And on the way back
all I will bear
is this gun in my hand
and the breeze in my hair.

So the difference is
between me and you
is that I am alive
and you are through.