When you were just an imaginary figment
Of what really was a broken contradiction
Of the fiery flames that lick up on your fingers
Those fiery flames that lick up on your fingers
It's a harrowing hard-time stupid situation
You can read it online or in the sunday paper
Of what really was a broken a**essment
Of the sharpening knives that focus your obsession
Time on our side
Money in our hand
And we're hoping that
You'll still be our friend
Ball all night
Sleep all day
Hoping you can do it
Please bleed through it again
When you were just an imaginary figment
Of what really was a broken contradiction
Of the fiery flames that lick up on your fingers
Those fiery flames that lick up on your fingers
We run all night
Sleep all day
Hoping that you'll still be our friend
Ball all night
Sleep all day
Ball all night
Sleep all day
Keeping up with you
I know there's nothing to it
I don't think I can do it
Please just let me do this again