Kind of funny how life tricks you and it picks at you when things get blurry. Living your life, always in a fucking hurry.
But don't worry, I know a path that doesn't lead to fire and fury. Will I take it? I don't know. I might forsake it.
You'll love it, until you hate it.
Dreams will be followed - but your heart
might not make it.
Fuck it, let's move to Vegas.
Binge pills and clubs, and find a
place that's made for us. Meet some souls with whom we may connect with, and we trust.
Let's do this for us.
Say our goodbyes, handout our hugs.
You bring the booze, and I'll bring the drugs.
After all, these streets are made for us.
Living life with you is nothing but love.
Let's do it. We'd better run.
