Hang yourself like I've hung
On to every word you've ever said.
Take those times in your car
When you'd be dressed to kill
On the way to see the stars held
In your palm but never let out for me
To view and replace them with
That night out on your porch.
This time I'm dressed to kill
And we're killing time wishing it was each other.
And if I had a dime for every time I felt less potent
Then a piece of dust collecting on my picture which lies face down
(Set your ice on this road. Turn your headlights ablast.
Let's make my first accident my last.)
On desolate shelf in your room,
I'd be rich and wishing that you won't be home soon
Move to the other coast 3,000 miles away
And then I'll sing so you know I'm making my way across
These purple mountain majesties,
Torch in hand ready to burn these amber waves of disdain.
Still hung over from the present and the past.
Intoxication never lasts.
All good things in life come to an end.
And those experiences worth reliving are now eyes wide shut.
They're eyes wide shut. It silently screams to me,
This unanswered question; Was it fact or was it fiction?
Was it fiction?
[Chorus]
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Hang yourself like I've hung
On to every word you've ever said.
Take those times in your car
When you'd be dressed to kill
On the way to see the stars held
In your palm but never let out for me
To view and replace them with
That night out on your porch.
This time I'm dressed to kill
And we're killing time wishing it was each other.
And if I had a dime for every time I felt less potent
Then a piece of dust collecting on my picture which lies face down
(Set your ice on this road. Turn your headlights ablast.
Let's make my first accident my last.)
On desolate shelf in your room,
I'd be rich and wishing that you won't be home soon
Move to the other coast 3,000 miles away
And then I'll sing so you know I'm making my way across
These purple mountain majesties,
Torch in hand ready to burn these amber waves of disdain.
Still hung over from the present and the past.
Intoxication never lasts.
All good things in life come to an end.
And those experiences worth reliving are now eyes wide shut.
They're eyes wide shut. It silently screams to me,
This unanswered question; Was it fact or was it fiction?
Was it fiction?
[Chorus]
On to every word you've ever said.
Take those times in your car
When you'd be dressed to kill
On the way to see the stars held
In your palm but never let out for me
To view and replace them with
That night out on your porch.
This time I'm dressed to kill
And we're killing time wishing it was each other.
And if I had a dime for every time I felt less potent
Then a piece of dust collecting on my picture which lies face down
(Set your ice on this road. Turn your headlights ablast.
Let's make my first accident my last.)
On desolate shelf in your room,
I'd be rich and wishing that you won't be home soon
Move to the other coast 3,000 miles away
And then I'll sing so you know I'm making my way across
These purple mountain majesties,
Torch in hand ready to burn these amber waves of disdain.
Still hung over from the present and the past.
Intoxication never lasts.
All good things in life come to an end.
And those experiences worth reliving are now eyes wide shut.
They're eyes wide shut. It silently screams to me,
This unanswered question; Was it fact or was it fiction?
Was it fiction?
[Chorus]