I want it to rain
So why don’t we make it pour?
You and I, wandering these streets
with nothing but a full flask of whiskey
and fifty dollars
I’ll spend seven dollars on a pack
so we can slowly **** ourselves together
Let’s drink to an excess until the buildings start spinning
until features start to blur
Strange to think that we were once sober
Strange to think that we were one sane
When you’re young you think everything will end up on your lap
on a silver platter
Well drink up my dear
The only silver we’ll ever have is the silver lining of our own little cloud
Let’s make it pour