im feeling rough,
im feeling raw,
im in the prime of my life.
lets make some music,
make some money,
find some models for wives.
ill move to paris,
shoot some heroin,
and fuck with the stars.
you man the island,
and the cocaine,
and the elegant cars.

this is our decision,
to live fast and die young.
weve got the vision,
now lets have some fun.
yeah its overwhelming,
but what else can we do?
get jobs in offices,
and wake up for the morning commute?

we were fated to pretend.

ill miss the playgrounds,
and the animals and digging up worms.
ill miss the comfort of my mother,
and the weight of the world.
ill miss my sister, miss my father,
miss my dog and my home.
yeah ill miss the boredom,
and the freedom,
and the time spent alone.

but there is really nothing,
nothing we can do.
love must be forgotten,
life can always start up anew.
the models will have children,
well get a divorce,
well find some more models,
everything must run its course.

well choke on our vomit,
and that will be the end.

we were fated to pretend.

im missing your laugh, how did it break?
and when did your eyes begin to look fake?
i hope youre as happy as your pretending.

im cuddling close to blankets and sheets,
and i am alone, in my defeat.

i wish i knew you were safely at home.
im missing your bed, i never sleep.

avoiding the spots where wed have to speak,
and this bottle of beast is taking me home.

well as for now im gonna hear the saddest songs,
and sit alone and wonder,
how youre making out.

but as for me, iwish that i was anywhere,
with anyone,
making out.

i miss how everything used to be.
i miss how simple and fun it was.
boy loves girl.
girl loves boy.
none of this fucking drama.
im so sick of it all.