It’s 5 AM in the morning
And Johnny, well Johnny
He’s stumbling down the boulevard
With a stolen piece of italian bread
Hanging out of his mouth
Me and A are quick struttin’ ahead
Steamin’ toward the deli
I’m starving for a bacon sandwhich
He’s mumbling about caserole
And how he can’t stand it
Adam’s already beat us inside
He’d been flirting with the bar tender all night
When he asked her what time she’d be free
She said, “Boy, why do you keep lying to me?”
On the search
For home
We were together
We were alone
And our bodies
Were on loan
Searching for a truth
Unknown
Well these artificial tanned girls they look like mermaids
If you’ve plied yourself with enough alcohol
And there’s these junkies and creeps haunting the third bathroom stall
Well we have each other, and our familiar acidic laughter
We play dirty jazz
And form broken chords together
And they all have a good laugh
When I cue an obscure soundtrack
We laugh at life and intimidate death
And say, “we’ll never fade to black.”
During the search
For home
We were together
And we were alone
And our bodies
Felt like they were on loan
Searching for a truth unknown
Well, it’s closing time
And suddenly I’ve realized
We’ve built a beautiful friendship around poison
And it’ll never be the same
We played such a foolish game
Well, we can’t have this time back
We were so close to being known
Now even when we’re in the same room
Our dirty eyes feel alone
Well, file out
The taps are shut
The windows are boarded
Too much will never be enough
Well, I never needed to escape
I just needed to love who I couldn’t
That was myself, and I knew she
Wouldn’t
Well, we’re on the search
For home
We were together
We were alone
And our bodies
Felt like they were on loan
And the truth I searched for, it was always written
On your face
While I refused to see
You were me
I was you
And all we needed
Was Us
September 26th, 2012 at 2:03 pm
“The search for truth is more precious than its possession.” -Einstein