I miss the drugs and the sunshine
and the make-up on your face
your legs can't be real
and your skin must be fake
let's throw a party for our last breath
our friends can come and watch us dream
what are they gonna do to my body
when they unplug me from the machine?
you should stay east
and I'll go west
I heard you got a dirty trick
up your sleeve
but girl, look at your calender
it says: I'm gonna leave
I miss the girls and the street lights
and always sleeping late
I'm getting bored with the tabloids
my mouth needs a new taste
let's disappear into a glass house
i can use your tongue to get clean
and when the medicine runs out
they'll unplug me from the machine
you should stay east
and i'll go west