Departures are so hard, you claim, packing up your things
Your necklaces and rings
your darvadan and morphine
You can't believe the actor smacked her, gave her a black
eye
There's something in the western winter where it's easier to
say
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
These yellow lights are turning red, turning red
You starve your heart, you starve your head
And when it's over you go back to bed
I don't want a job, I don't wanna go to school
I don't want a job, I've got more important things to do
You keep in touch with old friends
I keep in touch with you, keep in touch with you
You're begging me to make every little word count
I don't now but I used to
You still do drugs
I still play games
You prefer not knowing
I call you names
In flights of fancy, grandeur and fame
Goodbye, goodbye
These yellow lights are turning red, turning red
You starve your heart, you starve your head
And when it's over you go back to bed
I don't want a job, I don't wanna go to school
I don't want a job, I've got more important things to do
Wake up to the thought of you
It's December, remember how cold it got in my garage?
You sat with your legs crossed
Your mind lost, mind lost in losing you
Street light like a christmas tree
But the fires aren't burning cause it's 80 degrees
And I'd like to have you alone, in my favorite cologne
With the air on your hair
We're still getting stoned
It's a shame the games we play, cause I like it that way
These yellow lights are turning red, turning red
You starve your heart, you starve your head
And when it's over you go back to bed, you go back to bed
I don't want a job, I don't wanna go to school
I don't want a job, I've got more important things to do
more important things to do
I don't want a job, I don't wanna go to school
No, I don't want a job, I've got more important things to do
Important things to do
More important things to do than you.
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