Clandestine

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.