i'll never get out of nj vol. 1

by thick red wine

ts just you and me and the voices inside of our heads

i'm not sure that we're alive, at least i'm sure we're not dead

slowly dissolving in love and hate and all in between

maybe you can tell me why i stopped having dreams

 

we are the accidental conversation

no one wants to have

we are the detrimental manifestation

of all that is bad.

 

i say the way you climb into my eyes never fails to impress

in the cold, dark night we wish that we could see our breath

and i don’t think there's anything left to leave behind 

in this parking lot, girl, you’re the only thing i can call mine

 

we are the half truths

and meaningless facts

we will forever trip and fall

into our own traps

 

i told you the bus driver lied, i told you you were wrong

he only had half a tank and this damn road is three centuries long

drawing halos on stickmen, we graffiti the shopping mall

until the man comes by and tells us to get rid of them all

 

we are the first

and last of our kind

we might not be worth redeeming

but we are divine.