it was the politics of passing out and other things i thought about
wondering if and despairing of when you and i might meet again
i made up lines, i saved up quotes, i burned through schemes, i swam with hope
waiting for the moment when any of this might matter again
we must burn but burn joyfully, and give off light
unalloyed joy, at least for tonight
with dreams so strange and insistent it's no wonder i go around kicking things
i dreamt i got touched, i dreamt i could fly,
i never dreamt things would be bad between you and i
we burn joyfully and we give off light
unalloyed joy, at least for tonight
so take it on the chin, spit teeth shut up and sing
like the veins in my arms, like the tattoos on your skin
night upon night, blank cassettes and cigarettes
like lilacs off the tongue, this was supposed to be fun
it was the politics of hanging out that made me feel so dumb about
going to shows or even answering the phone, i ended up hanging out all alone
and burn joyfully, and give off light
unalloyed joy, at least for tonight
so take it on the chin, spit teeth shut up and sing
like the veins in my arms, like the tattoos on your skin
night upon night, blank cassettes and cigarettes
like lilacs off the tongue, this was supposed to be fun
man it was no sin, blank looks and cigarettes
like the scars on my arms, like the heat beneath your skin
and fight upon fight, busted lips and cigarettes
like curses off the tongue, we're not supposed to be so dumb (i wish we weren't so)
wondering if and despairing of when you and i might meet again
i made up lines, i saved up quotes, i burned through schemes, i swam with hope
waiting for the moment when any of this might matter again
we must burn but burn joyfully, and give off light
unalloyed joy, at least for tonight
with dreams so strange and insistent it's no wonder i go around kicking things
i dreamt i got touched, i dreamt i could fly,
i never dreamt things would be bad between you and i
we burn joyfully and we give off light
unalloyed joy, at least for tonight
so take it on the chin, spit teeth shut up and sing
like the veins in my arms, like the tattoos on your skin
night upon night, blank cassettes and cigarettes
like lilacs off the tongue, this was supposed to be fun
it was the politics of hanging out that made me feel so dumb about
going to shows or even answering the phone, i ended up hanging out all alone
and burn joyfully, and give off light
unalloyed joy, at least for tonight
so take it on the chin, spit teeth shut up and sing
like the veins in my arms, like the tattoos on your skin
night upon night, blank cassettes and cigarettes
like lilacs off the tongue, this was supposed to be fun
man it was no sin, blank looks and cigarettes
like the scars on my arms, like the heat beneath your skin
and fight upon fight, busted lips and cigarettes
like curses off the tongue, we're not supposed to be so dumb (i wish we weren't so)