Turn the bars into cars.
And for the lights to change
And take shape of people we used to know
Until we grow less fond of knowing.
And we can ride in the night
And discard all the facts on our backs.
Remembering the thoughts
That we thought since we got over our parents.
And if we go where we go
And don't tell anyone where we're from,
We can cut and paste the stars into our hearts
And understand their language.
And we won't spit with our mouths.
Or draw lines in the dirt
With our heels and every single day
We'll just wait and hope to see the next one.
If we go down too easy, my dear
We'll still be the heart
Of envy of all our friends and peers.
So, I get home to my home.
And thoughts are in my head
And my bed is full of things I left when I left earlier.
And the light through the blinds
And through the window pane.
In the lane where the fire is getting cold
For they have burned all of their belongings.
And up the stairs, there's a pair
Who like to be made sure
That they were everything they are
For they are sadly mistaken.
Now I forget how we met
For those days have all passed,
Now the fast is filing to the stage
In a rage and taking their places.
If we go down too easy, my dear
We'll still be the heart
Of envy of all
Our peers and friends
My dear, to them
We'll be has-beens
To them, be rogue waves,
To them, be lost trains,
Just posers posing.
But we'll eat with our eyes
And weep our good-byes
And if that's what it takes
We'll both drink the Kool-Aid again.
'Till we've forgotten where our hearts have been.
'Till we've forgotten where our hearts have been.
'Till we forget just where our hearts have been.

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