Can I stop my life so I can just be with you?
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Let's hightail to Hawaii on a plane.
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I'll embezzle what's left of my band fund
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to take necessary action to destroy what I have made
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You and I will move to New York City
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I'll get a temp job, you'll start your career
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I'm not being fickle, just realistic
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the air is moist but it never gets too cold this time of year
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So tell me was it worth it?
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Answer before I get in my van
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to drive into the Pacific
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Where I'll probably never see your face again.
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Say the word and I'll put my guitar down.
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I'll be mad, but at least we'll both get laid
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We'll start to fight when I hold it against you
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And we'll both agree the thought was nice but I should not have stayed
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Take the I-Whatever to desolation
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and now fast food's reminding me of you
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So i'll write postcards and I'll forget to send them
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Thanks a lot, I lost my mind and now I'm losing you
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So tell me something awesome
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that can last my whole life sentence in the van
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'cause I'm on the S.S. Ambition/Bullshit Dreams/Stupid Goals to nowhere
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And I'll probably never see your face again.
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Future 86
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Bomb The Music Industry! |