Departures are so hard
You claim
Packing up your things
Your necklaces and rings
Your darvidan and morphine
You cant believe the actor
Smacked her
Gave her a black eye
Theres something in a western winter
Where its easier to say
Goodbye, Goodbye
These yellow lights
are turning red (turning red)
You starve your heart
You starve your head
And when its over
You go back to bed
I dont want a job
I dont want to go to school
I dont want a job
Ive got more important things to do
You keep in touch with old friends
I keep in touch with you
Your begging me to make
Every little word count
I dont now but I used to
You still do drugs
I still play games
You prefer not knowing I call you names
In flights of fancy
Grandeur and fame
Goodbye goodbye
These yellow lights
are turning red (turning red)
You starve your heart
You starve your head
And when its over
You go back to bed
I dont want a job
I dont want to go to school
I dont want a job
Ive got more important things to do
Wake up to the thought of you
Its December, remember
How cold it was in my garage
You sat with your legs crossed
and your heart lost
mine lost in losing you
Street lights like a christmas tree
But the fires arent burning
Cuz its 80 degrees
and Id like to have you alone
In my favorite cologne
With the air on your hair
and were still getting stoned
Its a shame the games we play
But I like it that way
These yellow lights
are turning red (turning red)
You starve your heart
You starve your head
And when its over
You go back to bed
I dont want a job
I dont want to go to school
I dont want a job
Ive got more important things to do
More important things to do
Than you
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