Say Go

Carrie, puffing on a cigarette, never wary of the dawn’s regret, kisses me once again with a hey-oh! Shoot a round and say go. That’s the way it goes oh wait my clothes are not close but we are. We are such terrible people, with our consciences in a flask; one sip too hardened and feeble. But I only want to drink with you…I’d only want to drink with you.

Steer me. Our designated driver can’t be found. Growing weary of no thoughts aloud as your Dionysian charm still whispers hey-oh! Shoot a round and say go. That’s the way it goes oh wait my clothes are not close but we are. We are such terrible people, with our consciences in a flask; one sip too hardened and feeble. But I only want to drink with you…I’d only want to drink with you.

Lately, I’ve been thinking maybe I’ve been wrong, along with all the armies, arms raised strong; while they’re throwing stones, we’re throwing smiles with a hey-oh! Shoot a round and say go. That’s the way it goes, oh but I know that its close but we aren’t such terrible people, with our consciences in a flask; one sip too hardened and feeble. But I only want to drink with you…I’d only want to drink with you.