There was not a single star that we did not see pass by our ceiling screen. Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh

And there, on our bed of metal,

We explored each one of each others’ heat sources and burrowed in them, Whoa oh oh oh oh oh o

We move fast with our heads down, We got a secret and we’re gonna keep it

No matter how many thorns we display, or how underslept we stay

And these are such humongous machines, trust me, you do not want to be fucking with them,

but fucking on them is smiled upon by an unshrouded sun,

And how glad I am we didn’t ride that suicide all the way from UT to CA, Hey ay ay ay ay ay ay ay

And I cannot help these childish feelings from springing up inside of me,

I look to this child to keep me aware. you know, I gotta start somewhere.

Well your house smells like maple syrup.

I wish I had some pancakes for my intoxicated state,

But we can ride bipeds instead.

It’s such a good day to waste, in that frivolous way, in a slippery embrace. Oh I wish I could stay

But I’ve got to catch a train back, and you’re on that academic track,

And this is not Goodbye, just you wait, da da da, da da da day.