Ali said
“We can’t go home
The drinks are so much weaker when the city’s cold
And the liquor only works to warm you up.”
Ali said
“We’re the grieving young
Seventeen forever isn’t near enough
But we’re twenty-two and twice as used up.”
And now we may not get forever but forever is far
And here and now is hanging out the side of the car
Cause chemicals will fail us, baby, so will the stars
We’re the saints of disregard
And no, we can’t go home
The night is still so young
We could steal the air and hold our breath til dawn
They’ll never take us alive
We’ll find the upside to low life
Ali says
“We’re the hellfire’s own
Stumbling through limbo to the great unknown.”
But it’s blood and gold, the in-between we roam
And now we may not get forever but forever is far
And here and now is chills that cover all of the scars
Cause pharmacy will fail us, baby, so will the gods
We’re the saints of disregard
Cause I’m summer-drunk and blistered up
Barefoot sprinting down the boulevard
I’m still alive and terrified
And young enough to not know why
I’m a half-lie away from God
And he doesn’t owe none
But I wish he would
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