Let's get stupid drunk on the roof of an abandoned building
At four-thirty in the afternoon.
We'll sit in lawn chairs and stare at the people.
They all look like ants.
I swear that I can see your house from here.
And it goes without saying
but it's always said,
that tomorrow we will wake up
inside your bed,
with the bitter recollections
of a romance killed,
and another tired night of being unfulfilled.
But
Isn't this what you wanted?
Why act so disappointed?
Well, I know that living in the city
will do that to you.
So why do you have to
always be so goddamn helpless?
Isn't this what you wanted?
So lets pack up our things and douse this building
with the gasoline that we hid under the floorboards.
We'll strike one match and make sure
that this city, it never breathes again,
and hope that we will be the first ones to go.
And I wish it could be simple,
but it never will,
Because the things that make us stronger
are the things that kill.
And the sooner we can get ourselves out of this,
is the sooner we can learn from this experience.
But
Isn't this what you wanted?
Why act so disappointed?
Well, I know that living in the city
will do that to you.
So why do you have to
always be so goddamn helpless?
Isn't this what you wanted?
