We're bored
We are able
Jenny's passed out on the kitchen table

Live fast
Die young
Ray-Bans

Black sunglasses
A Johnny Cash t-shirt, her lipstick matches
The color of her eyes and her long dark hair

I want her some of her time but she don't care

I'll be just fine

If you go
Take it in
Well, I will follow

We'll figure this out tomorrow
All my friends
Tell me I'm

Gonna wreck this love, I'm hollow
It's getting late, baby, but I don't
Sleep much these days anyway yeah


We're loved
We ain't got money

Singing we're rich 'cause we think it's funny
Broke and bad, and lost, and strung, and innocent
Tattoos

Blue jean baby
"Waitin' for the good lord to come and save me"
She says with a cigarette between her lips

I laugh and tell her she's the only
Person here with a sense of humor


I'm gone you can take my things
The Polaroids, the plastic rings
The Zeppelin t-shirt I wore when we met

Grab a match and a cigarette
And when you're done you can set
That %#@! on fire, 'cause baby I'm a memory

Yeah all those things they don't mean a thing to me
Who sleeps much these days anyway