Could we slip into the deep abyss
and fill the void with some kind of bliss?

It's just another Friday night,
and this is how we get our kicks.

Could we quit this ride into the sunset's dying light,
and throw a welcoming party for the stars?

Seems an awful waste -
they're always there,
and there's still gas in the car.

We can drip from the middle of this double-lit candlestick until we reach our combined wits' end.

Would it make less sense to do so?
And if we did,
could we still be friends?

You keep throwing caution to the hungry winds,
while I stand by and fly my kite in them.

It's just another Friday night,
and we're all wondering where to begin.