Neon in our blood
And carpets on our shoes
We pave our name in mud
And dye our eyes in blues
If nobody could hear
Would we be holding still
Instead we reappear
To die on others’ hills

What do you say we pick vacation?
What do you say we take a break?
Breathe in the dust to live the light of day
And hold my head on the wake

Can a weight be justified
By an eagle in our name
Divided by our crossing lies
And dissimilar all the same

Where are our regrets?
Who carries on the game?
Noticing our difference
By the day-to-day mirror pane

Was there any absolute?
Men come to tear us down
And these heralds come as Jezebels
It won’t matter the shape of crown

And what waits for us at the dotted line?
Would it be easier if it’s yours or if it’s mine?
Who knows what’s better?
Well, somebody could
Instead we sleep to fairy tales
And crush on Robin Hood

The eager eyes of romance seek to light another flame
But emptiness is better when it keeps the spirit sane
Things we tell ourself at night
What do we live for
Words for dogs and sycophants sound better at the door