The Morning Of Lyrics

2. Let's Make My First Accident My Last

Hang yourself like I've hung 
On to every word you've ever said.

Take those times in your car 
When you'd be dressed to kill 
On the way to see the stars held 
In your palm but never let out for me 
To view and replace them with 
That night out on your porch. 
This time I'm dressed to kill 
And we're killing time wishing it was each other. 
And if I had a dime for every time I felt less potent 
Then a piece of dust collecting on my picture which lies face down 
(Set your ice on this road. Turn your headlights ablast. 
Let's make my first accident my last.) 
On desolate shelf in your room, 
I'd be rich and wishing that you won't be home soon

Move to the other coast 3,000 miles away 
And then I'll sing so you know I'm making my way across 
These purple mountain majesties, 
Torch in hand ready to burn these amber waves of disdain.

Still hung over from the present and the past. 
Intoxication never lasts. 
All good things in life come to an end. 
And those experiences worth reliving are now eyes wide shut. 
They're eyes wide shut. It silently screams to me, 
This unanswered question; Was it fact or was it fiction? 
Was it fiction?

[Chorus]

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