You wanna kill time, you must make a mark
Thank your lucky stars that you had a five year head start
Not state of the art
You said he's unwell, you had a bad time
Something about all the stories you read and you write
We're onto dog fights
I try to keep up with all my senses
They go just as quick as they will come
He speaks of the sick and of the sexes
It's the truth, he says, I'm just having fun
You wanna move home before it all sinks
It's happening soon and I'm changing my mind I think
So pour me a drink
You can take what you need and leave the rest
Down for the count when you keep going back there again
To meet an old friend
And it feels like a death I can't remember
You look so alive out in the west
And maybe I would have sent a letter
If I could have asked for your address
It's up to my knees, feeling displeased
With all of these bugs feeding and breeding on me
Guess I'm too sweet
I say that I'm well under your spell
The bar is in hell, now I'm skipping down Locust and 12th
To a hotel
I shake off the chills all through the winter
Immune to the sun I cannot burn
When brothers replace all of the sisters
How will I know what I can't learn?