I missed the signal, but felt the

End of a crackling stale era

'Cause surely it couldn't be just

Those street lamps lighting your face up

Turnt sideways on the highway

You know what they say about Virginia

Now what's the chance we could traverse

Our made-up forty-eight hours?

Your signals of ambivalence

Have kept me wired the whole night since

Of dumb proofs, there are so few

I would not do just to keep up with you

'Cause when I tasted

The salt in your hair

Six sheets of bitterness

Dissolved into thin air

Fools' classic moves held tried and true

As frantic hands tried to keep up with you

Mommy tried to curb her pining

On the drive back to the island

But you blared the self-titled, so there's no use

"Oh, but a weekend's not the record"

You said I could write it better

I just want to write it better this time

(Whoa, hey!)

I'll scan the room at core events

With notes inside my back pockets

These fruitless pursuits make no sense

But your mania's contagious

So I'll swoon by the full moon in crowded rooms, just to keep up with

Reassess all presets if only I could keep up

Close my red eyes tonight just to keep up with you