No one ever has to know And then tomorrow I’ll turn 21 We’ll script another show We’ll play charades up in the Chelsea Drink champagne although you shouldn’t be We’ll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep None of our friends will come They dodge our calls And they have for quite a while now It’s not a shock You don’t seem to mind and I just can’t see how
We’re terrified of one another And terrified of what that means But we’ll make only quick decisions And you’ll just keep my in the waiting room And all the while I’ll know we’re fucked And not getting unfucked soon When we get home we’re bigger strangers than we’ve ever been before You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor
in the motions, and the things that you say, it all will fall, fall right into place. as fruit drops, flesh it sags; everything will fall right into place. when we die, some sink and some lay… but at least i don’t see you float away. and all the spilt milk, sex and weight, it all will fall, fall right into place.