| We have been sleeping with the lights on Just about every night
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| Because we are afraid what the dark might bring
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| I know I know it’s just a childish fear
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| That grows and grows wild in the middle of me
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| I’m gonna get a new tattoo
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| Black and stretching around my arm
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| Like a life that is visable and real
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| I know I know it’s stupid and immature
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| I just want to give shape to the face
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| That twists inside
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| Both you and me Breathing fire — doesn’t look good on a resume
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| Neither does anything else we do We got to get ready for the real world
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| Yeah yeah we got to grow up You know I like to die for awhile
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| Everyday in the afternoon
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| I like to let the arms of a bar
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| Wrap around me tight
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| I’m just going to sprawl in the front booth
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| Big drink above my head
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| Cross eyes and smiling as I watch the world
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| Go twisting by I don’t want to die with you,
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| Or live in the same dark room
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| I don’t want to see your bloodshot eyes
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| No more, no more
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| I just want to take this girl-
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| All curls and big brown eyes
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| Man I can’t take the pain
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| Of wanting her, needing her
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| I know the secret of your soul
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| And I just don’t want to know-
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| Yeah, man we got to grow up |