"2:24"
At 2:24
We locked the door
And talked some more
Even though there was little left to say.
"Don't think I'd mind
Not being alive.
You know that I've
Already spent centuries that way.
I'm not sure whose dreams I am chasing after.
I'm just counting pages to the next chapter.
Before I began
I skipped ahead,
Read the last sentence.
I know how it ends."
And you agreed!
You're just like me
Because you can see
And you took me and told me to relax.
We found a light
In your pocket that night
And I held you tight
As you tossed it to the paper stack.
I'm not sure whose dreams I am chasing after.
I'm just counting pages to the next chapter.
Before I began
I skipped ahead,
Read the last sentence.
I know how it ends.
I know how it ends.
I know how it ends.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
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"Goodbye Jones"
Things could be better.
I think I'd rather never know.
It's a shame that I have to now
That I have to go.
You killed all our future children
And burned down our home.
Our sixty years spent together,
I'm spending alone.
I guess this is goodbye, Jones.
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"Kerouac"
Well, you got out.
That's great!
You saved your life before it was too late.
Well, you got out.
I think that's great!
But tell me how it was you got away,
Tell me how it was you got away.
'Cause I think I'd like to do that, too.
Yeah, I think I'd like to do that, too.
Yeah, I think I'd like to leave like you.
Yeah, I think I'd like to do that, too.
But when you come back, I'll be down
To shoot the shit, just sit around.
I bet you miss this fucking town.
I'd like to miss it, too, but
I'm too busy reading Kerouac
To drive my car cross country.
I'm too busy to never look back
And see the things that you see.
Well, you got out.
You said you would,
I just wasn't sure anyone really could.
Well, you got out
And I am stunned.
Tell me, what's it like out on the run?
Tell me, what's it like out on the run?
Tell me, what's it like out on the run?
Tell me, what's it like out on the run?
Tell me, what's it like out on the run?
Tell me, what's it like out on the run?
I think I read you out of a book.
And when you come back, I'll be down
To talk some shit, just sit around.
And you can tell me all you've found
And how to find it, man.
Cause I'm too busy reading Kerouac
To drive my car cross country.
I'm too busy to never look back
And see the things that you see.
I'm too busy reading Kerouac.
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"Better Off"
Sometimes I think I'm better off eating dirt
Because I'd rather choke to death than wind up really hurt
And I see something creepy creeping up inside your skirt
But I'm not gonna try to get it.
And I'm not right inside my head.
It's just like everybody said.
It's just like everybody said.
It's just like everybody said.
It's just like everybody said.
Sometimes I think I'm better off taking pills
Because I found out feeling there's nothing I like to feel
And the numbness you describe isn't any less real
Than the pain I'm paying off now.
You're catching up on missed cigarettes from sleeping in too late
And I'm hoping I'm lucky enough to forget how they taste
And I was alive at the start of time and I'll be here in the end
When the planes crash down on this fucking town and you realize I'm your friend.
Sometimes I think I'm better off jerking off,
Find a one bedroom for myself and that old dirty cloth
Because I'm shaking when they make me turn my head and cough
But fuck, I'd be shaking anyway.
No, that's alright, I'll just go to bed.
You're catching up on missed cigarettes from sleeping in too late
And I'm hoping I'm lucky enough to forget how they taste
And I was alive at the start of time and I'll be here in the end
When the planes crash down on this fucking town and you realize I'm your friend.
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