I always thought that we'd outgrow these things:
Parties with ghostly smoke
Where the music's loud and breaking down the walls
And I barely recall crooked walks home
Just grasping at your sleeve
And I wanted to take you away from here
Back to suburban streets
Where we spent our lives chasing down the sun
And I told you everything on the front porch
When you said that you were tired
And there was nothing left to save
So I followed heavy lights back home
And I followed heavy lights back home
You always said they were the stars that we could own
They're the stars that we could own
I wonder if you've met someone by now
Out at those Friday parties that you lived for
And always raved about
Where the kids trip on some stuff
And over bodies pa**ed out on the floor
Laughing saying, “Maybe just one more.”
You'll wake up some early weekend morning
When the lights stab your eyes
And every noise twists and turns your stomach
And you'll scramble for clothes turned inside out
Your heart: excited and confused