We wanted to find love We wanted success Until nothing was enough Until my middle name was excess And somehow I lost touch When you went out of sight When you got lost into the city Got lost into the night
I was in need of help Heading to black out 'Til someone told me run on in honey Before somebody blows your goddam' brains out You shop-lifted as a child I had a model's smile You carried all my hopes Until something broke inside
But now we float Take life as it comes
So will we die of shock? Die without a trial Die on Good Friday While holding each other tight This is kind of about you This is kind of about me We just kind of lost our way But we were looking to be free