It's a clandestine arrangement 

that we never

 could get to stick.  Every night 

under the table with 

the sick and the fits.  Never cast 

as the romantic lead 

but somehow on our feet.  We're 

just waiting to be 

received and the whole scene sighs 

relief.  Somehow 

everyone functions with a barely 

visible scar.  Never know 

the length we'd go was so far, so far.  

Some nights I see 

the sun come up but don't remember 

where it went down.  

A realist whose time has come, it 

feels like I'm the only 

one.  Obstacles to overcome, now 

I don't trust anyone.  

So, here's to all our vice and our secret 

double life.  

I'll sleep with one eye open and maybe 

you'll save my 

life.  Another cool assed show under 

the table on the 

ground.  Keep the floorshow up to 

sound and the light 

show up to specs.  If we drown until 

we're exhausted 

it's what nobody expects.  Nothing 

left to lose.  Everything 

to prove.  Nothing we can't do.  Not 

anything for you.  

The words were written wrong.  My 

life imitates your songs.  

On and on and on.  Here's to all our 

vice and our secret 

double life.  I'll sleep with one eye open, 

maybe you'll save my life.