astonished at the ease that all the rest greet stability. tonight it's me and you and the confines of this neon gloom. let’s live it up in the lap of lechery. tonight it’s me and you, we’re a pillbox built for two. don’t call me a pawn when i move like a knight. every single time i think i’m moving forwards, something steers me to one side. our pulses are broken metronomes we cannot keep them in 4/4. what we do to ourselves always outweighs what we do for ourselves. and you expect a boy with broken wrists to tuck you in? i don't sleep that well myself, i don't sleep so well. if your mouth's a volcano then i'm pompeii. you won't let me survive, one more cycle of day and night. i once swore i'd paint this town red, but i'm pouring out my heart for that half-empty glass instead.