Sometimes
The sky cracks open to color up the street
Sunlight
Determines where the killers meet
We go down
To the place we used to hit when we got bored
Cross eyed
And bound to miss our target
That sometimes
Is out of time and all the time we talk
Daylight
The illusion we can't shake at all
I have no idea
You don't seem to care
Sometimes we suck
At knowing when to stop
Sometimes we fake it
It's strange how
We never seem to ever get it down
Like boys play
And fall hard always blame the ground
Try to vomit out the blur
Make it back to the earth
Sometimes we suck
At knowing when to stop
Sometimes we fake it
Thinking we got beat?
You know time will steal but I'm the better thief
Next time we do meet
We will steal what we can from the killers and set them free
Sometimes we suck
At knowing when to stop
Sometimes we fake it
Sometimes we go out
We drink to death
We root for self destruction