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?