They keep asking us where we were last night and we Could tell the truth but where's the fun in that? The world wants answers and we've only got big dreams and empty stomachs. So what do you want to be when you grow up? Your smile is all teeth. Someone. Getting high, Getting loved, Getting glamorous on thrift shop discounts. Getting plastered. You'll write your confessions in the fog on windows, and worship deaf gods.
With quicksilver tongues and eyes like mercury, We can't wind the years back but we sure as hell can try.