I miss the drugs and the sunshine and the make-up on your face your legs can't be real and your skin must be fake let's throw a party for our last breath our friends can come and watch us dream what are they gonna do to my body when they unplug me from the machine?
you should stay east and I'll go west
I heard you got a dirty trick up your sleeve but girl, look at your calender it says: I'm gonna leave
I miss the girls and the street lights and always sleeping late I'm getting bored with the tabloids my mouth needs a new taste let's disappear into a glass house i can use your tongue to get clean and when the medicine runs out they'll unplug me from the machine