maybe some day we'll meet again
  when our two roads hit the same dead end
  and o-oh i'm counting the days
  cuz you've got something that i've never since seen
  a willing heart and a part that's clean
  we're both good at counting days
    with an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition
  you come here hungry wearing naked ambition
  hysterical to meet you
  can you get me in?
    i got three years tied to the mast of this town
  she's a handsome ship but i'm going down
  and o-oh she ain't coming with me
  there's a time to fight and a time to get out
  but you'll fight till we're all knocked out
  and oh i keep counting teeth
    everyone's an artist with a pristine vision
  a cellular intelligencer with a fire in her kitchen
  too many chefs on dope. and the rich don't listen
    i am the rabbit wrapped in panic actor
  bag in a tree you will outlast the cast and me i gotta get some release!
  it's up or out and the ladders on fire
  she greased her frock with a smile that moves the sky
    surviving the insult day to day
  they give you the insult to make it go away
  and o-oh what can i say?
  i got a wine swept smile and a well-timed mile
  i've been running since i heart they'd sooner see us die
  than o-oh come and die next to us
    up to her knees in men keep hitting
  and the white suits fuck like bad television
  latest simple angel come die next to me
    i am a shifting shape a wire walker
  coked with the hopes of happy happy ever after
  i came to trial out of style
  but i got my eye on a country mile
  where the people you know are the ones you like