Let's See If You Bastards Can Do 90

The ghost you fear now

the marks on your bed

for every night we promised

we'd never grow up

but we did and we are 'till were gone



With every kiss you are

carried home like a corpse



If it's only these moments embraced

carving notches into our lives grace ...



and every kiss you get

reminds you how alone you are



and every kiss you get

and every chance you miss

every shooting star

every touch of god

every town you pass

every mark you scratch

every tidal wave

every brand new day

reminds you how alone you are.