last night on earth
tonight is the last night on earth...
I spent the night prior in my '94 civic
screaming through open sunroofs.
Planes tore the sky open over my head
and my own words came pouring down on top of me.
Kill the headlights because I don't want to make a scene,
besides the cars are speeding on the freeway at 4 a.m.
You're gone and I wish I could tell you I was wrong.
When I swore I could make it without you,
I was lying.
When I screamed through heated tears on my roof
I can't do this anymore,
it was the first time I'd been honest with myself.
But I packed up my bags and headed west to find,
that little girl I deserted for a more glamorous lifestyle.
I never did find her, she made off with my better self.
So I smoke to keep breathing
and I drink to keep a smile on my face.
When I throw up blood, their faces look worried,
I just insist it must have been something red I ate.
Kool-Aide, fruit punch, those cherry slushees.
Liquor makes my blood thinner, and I swear it gives me courage.
So I call him at 6 a.m. and tell him, he's all I ever wanted.
He know's I'm drunk and hangs up the phone.
They don't seem suprised when I tell them,
I wrecked my car.
I've spent all my money.
So I skip on the real details.
Two blackouts in one week,
there was 3 more before that one.
I lost my car and the keys were in the ignition.
Now it shudders when it turns over to face the road,
through a haze the sun is blinding me.
My face hits the steering column and blood pours from my nose
like ketchup in an over sauced burger.
It's covering me and and all I can think to say is "oops".
No suprises here.
So when I get back to my empty apartment
I hit the bottle with more strength than I really have in me.
Theres the common run of bars which is getting old,
so at some loft I can drink for free and dance as much as I want.
When my nose starts to bleed
I wipe it on my shirt sleeve like its part of some exotic dance.
No one notices they're all too coked out
too drunk, too into themselves to see.
So I join them, for tonight until tomorrow
I can become one of them too.
It's not a hard role to play, not caring.
Until the morning brings bright light
and my car putts back into the driveway,
I feel like I'm speeding, cutting it close.
Push the door open
molting as I head towards the air mattress.
The phone rings at 9 a.m.
I've slept for 2 hours.
The insurance agent assures me that yesterday happened,
atleast the parts when we spoke, he laughs.
There's no coverage for an all world
no-class grade a top choice fuck up.
She they pay the princess for the damage,
and apologize to the world in my name.
As I hang up the phone, let it slip from a loose grip,
and groan about the start of a brand new day.
But it's saturday baby... we all know what that means.
Wasted like it's the last night on earth,
and where were you?
I spent the night prior in my '94 civic
screaming through open sunroofs.
Planes tore the sky open over my head
and my own words came pouring down on top of me.
Kill the headlights because I don't want to make a scene,
besides the cars are speeding on the freeway at 4 a.m.
You're gone and I wish I could tell you I was wrong.
When I swore I could make it without you,
I was lying.
When I screamed through heated tears on my roof
I can't do this anymore,
it was the first time I'd been honest with myself.
But I packed up my bags and headed west to find,
that little girl I deserted for a more glamorous lifestyle.
I never did find her, she made off with my better self.
So I smoke to keep breathing
and I drink to keep a smile on my face.
When I throw up blood, their faces look worried,
I just insist it must have been something red I ate.
Kool-Aide, fruit punch, those cherry slushees.
Liquor makes my blood thinner, and I swear it gives me courage.
So I call him at 6 a.m. and tell him, he's all I ever wanted.
He know's I'm drunk and hangs up the phone.
They don't seem suprised when I tell them,
I wrecked my car.
I've spent all my money.
So I skip on the real details.
Two blackouts in one week,
there was 3 more before that one.
I lost my car and the keys were in the ignition.
Now it shudders when it turns over to face the road,
through a haze the sun is blinding me.
My face hits the steering column and blood pours from my nose
like ketchup in an over sauced burger.
It's covering me and and all I can think to say is "oops".
No suprises here.
So when I get back to my empty apartment
I hit the bottle with more strength than I really have in me.
Theres the common run of bars which is getting old,
so at some loft I can drink for free and dance as much as I want.
When my nose starts to bleed
I wipe it on my shirt sleeve like its part of some exotic dance.
No one notices they're all too coked out
too drunk, too into themselves to see.
So I join them, for tonight until tomorrow
I can become one of them too.
It's not a hard role to play, not caring.
Until the morning brings bright light
and my car putts back into the driveway,
I feel like I'm speeding, cutting it close.
Push the door open
molting as I head towards the air mattress.
The phone rings at 9 a.m.
I've slept for 2 hours.
The insurance agent assures me that yesterday happened,
atleast the parts when we spoke, he laughs.
There's no coverage for an all world
no-class grade a top choice fuck up.
She they pay the princess for the damage,
and apologize to the world in my name.
As I hang up the phone, let it slip from a loose grip,
and groan about the start of a brand new day.
But it's saturday baby... we all know what that means.
Wasted like it's the last night on earth,
and where were you?