We're the silent half untruths

we have sharp pebbles in the boots

we don't like happy endings


we're dreams splattered on a toilet seat

we remember to forget the defeat

we're millions of wisdom teeth


'cause we're the ones who are too sober to...

we're the ones who are too sober to love


we're the child who has nothing pure

we have cheap liquors we have the cure

we're the umpteenth rainy day


we're dumb soldiers in a diet-nam

who need to tape their plastic ideals

we're the inner conflict stars


and we are goin' to draw the line that says we've had enough

we're barely more than strangers

fucking each other in more ways 


and then if I could tell you what's on my mind...

I wish I could climb a tree to the very top

until there were nothin' between me and the half untruths

between...me and love


...in spring we're pale 

...in summer we're barefoot

...in fall we're poets

...in winter we're safe