My hot friend, do you wanna
Share a cigarette?
Let's go home to a place we
Haven't been to yet
And I know nothing but trouble comes to mind
But my taste in weekends is refined
Personally I prefer when someone
Fades into the foreground of your life
Lay on the floor, I don't know what to say anymore
I'm always outside, hanging up here to dry
It's nice to watch the rain fall from high
Above the city
Oh, you've got me smiling at improper times
All alone, on the overcrowded red line
If that's the way the world works
Then I'm finally ready to break it to myself
Lay on the floor, I don't know what to say anymore
I'm always outside, hanging up here to dry
It's nice to watch the rain fall from high
Above the city