We’re rumbling like thunder, sky’s shot with purple blood,
I sing to you with roses and you ****** me with guns.
I cradle smoke inside my hands, you run away with drugs,
And when lights go down and we go high, all we have is love.
Watch the time with caution, for someday this will end,
And the past is round like the clock, mistakes come back again.
Drunken bruises, holding hands, what are the words to that song?
Me and my moonstruck valentine, so numb that we belong.
We can cry in the afternoon, but when midnight comes we’ll smile,
Just pretend we don’t remember and hangout for a while.
We’ll bicycle with monsters, the ones inside our heads,
And play these games until we’re too old, or gray, buried, and dead.