Let's get stupid drunk on the roof of an abandoned building At four-thirty in the afternoon. We'll sit in lawn chairs and stare at the people. They all look like ants. I swear that I can see your house from here. And it goes without saying But it's always said, That tomorrow we will wake up Inside your bed, With the bitter recollections Of a romance killed, And another tired night of being unfulfilled. But Isn't this what you wanted? Why act so disappointed? Well, I know that living in the city Will do that to you. So why do you have to Always be so goddamn helpless? Isn't this what you wanted? So lets pack up our things and douse this building With the gasoline that we hid under the floorboards. We'll strike one match and make sure That this city, it never breathes again, And hope that we will be the first ones to go. And I wish it could be simple, But it never will, Because the things that make us stronger Are the things that kill. And the sooner we can get ourselves out of this, Is the sooner we can learn from this experience. But Isn't this what you wanted? Why act so disappointed? Well, I know that living in the city Will do that to you. So why do you have to Always be so goddamn helpless? Isn't this what you wanted?