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Let's get stupid drunk on the roof of an abandoned building,
at 4:30 in the afternoon
We'll sit in lawn chairs and stare at the people, they all look like ants,
I swear that I can see your house from here

And it goes without saying but it's always said,
That tomorrow we will wake up inside your bed,
With a bitter recollections of a romance killed,
And another tired night of being unfulfilled, but

Isn't this, what you wanted?
Why act so disappointed?
Well, I know that living in the city will do that to you
So why do, you have to
always be so goddamn helpless?
Isn't this, what you wanted?

Let's pack up our things and douse this building, with the gasoline
That we hid under the floor boards,
We'll strike one match and make sure that this city, never breathes again
And hopefully we'll be the first ones to go

And I wish it could be simple but it never will
Because the things that make us stronger are the things that kill
And the sooner we can get ourselves out of this
Is the sooner we can learn from this experience, but

Isn't this, what you wanted?
Why act so disappointed?
Well, I know that living in the city will do that to you
So why do, you have to
always be so goddamn helpless?
Isn't this, what you wanted?