You're taking two Klonopin So you can quit flipping And face our friends You dated the sainted dead He ain't nothing but a prayer card Tacked up with my record jackets We're riding through Jackson Pines Towards Six Flags to wait in lines And have our spines shook And I'm shook Got the space sickness While we wait on the weightlessness The delirious kiss And the feeling of falling in Getting good at looking so in love But our eyes are unfocused We're right back in Manalapan Those rainbows of oil spin On your former street Are we more than meat? Not a goddamn thing we could have said To convince you Now I dream in color of your face You have the coast in your mirrored shades Only feel relief when I'm back at home Falling forward alone With the space sickness While we wait on the weightlessness The delirious kiss And the feeling of falling in There's nothing to do when It's a foregone conclusion The pool overflowing and bursting Aw come the fuck on I don't wanna die At the hands of the Jackson whites Let the warm air rush in At the wreck up ahead