In the graveyard, past midnight,
we pass the trees on our left, the pavement under our feet.
She looks at me and says, with those stunning eyes,
look at the moon, I look up, and then we stare.
And then it's dead, like the bodies to our right,
in the ground, cold and forgotten about.
Do you know how it feels,
when you've got everything you'll ever need,
and you throw it all away?
No explanations for your actions,
there are no answers to all your questions.
It's New Years Eve,
and we're sitting in my car in the backseat.
6a.m., doing lines like we're running out of time.
Which we were, if only I had known then.
Then the drugs wouldn't have mattered,
as much as they did.
Do you know how it feels,
when you've got everything you'll ever need,
and you throw it all away?
No explanations for your actions,
there are no answers to all your questions.
I love this.
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