Lay your bones in the backyard
Shed your skin above your bed
Make your home in stolen cars
Running every light that's red
Running until you're arrested
Or until you're out of breath
All the d** that you ingested
They don't help you see the stars
Lay the stones upon your scars
Cover every time you've bled
Make your home under the arch
Plastic pillow for your head
And I hope you find your heaven
But I'm not holding my breath
All this time we had invested
It's all light from dying stars