So I never said thank you, for your hospitality
When conversations were lacking context
You were the hospital for me
So now I sit here with depression
And our cut up tongues flirt with disaster
We've used lines to flirt with every one
So we dance around our words
You set the tempo!
I'll dim the lights, oh
We all know that you're the reason
The reason!
Well, can we call the hospital?
I've been sleeping with the nurses
For medication and we know
This is my funeral
The ambulance has missed my street
And Autumns sliding up my sleeves again
Well, hey Mr. Allure
(The ambulance is late!)
I'm lacking medication
(And you're lacking taste!)
It's our taste for this conflict
(We're forced to create)
And I'll decide to describe our night
(With our eyes wide open)
When the alcohol forms just right
(Right across our face)
Yeah in the bottom
Yeah in the bottom of our lungs!
So we dance around our words
You set the tempo!
I'll dim the lights, oh!
We all know that you're the reason
The reason!
Well, can we call the hospital?
I've been sleeping with the nurses
For medication and we know
This is my funeral
The ambulance has missed my street
And Autumns sliding up my sleeves again
Well, can we call the hospital?
I've been sleeping with the nurses
For medication and we know
This is my funeral
The ambulance has missed my street
And Autumns sliding up my sleeves again
Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!
The Ambulance is late!
Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!
The Ambulance is late!
Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!