we spilled our drinks and lost our keys
we slid on the rocks
even though they scraped our knees

so stop explaining
we've always known
didn't wisdom only come
when the girls went home?

i'm tired of rhyming
and i'm tired of art
i'm tired of climbing
and climbing and climbing and climbing

"you brought it to me
and when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if i were dying in my sleep instead of in my life"

i took a dive and played it live
i took the time to count to five

a thousand miles of spanish tile
they know it's true, they've got the files

i was drunk when i got the call
you took the time to watch it fall
when we made out in a bathroom stall
with the plastic tounges we bought at the mall