Two tickets on a passage to paradise.
Pack no belongings cause they'll just weigh us down.
Hard candy: butterscotch and peppermint.
Seven vials full of well crafted decadence.
Train tracks over bridges and broken inns,
the crazy neighbors with their addled perspectives,
they'll share their message if I open my mouth
and let them kiss me on the tongue.

I can't believe I went and did it again.
Now I'm sleeping alone in my bed and that's just fine.
I told the landlord that I'd pay him but I lied
and now I have to leave the country again
and I don't mind...
Yeah, that's just fine.

Boundless swimming through the infinite by no coincidence
and all of my accomplices are brilliant and degenerates.

A grizzly veteran, a jack of all trades.
Thinking back on all that I've made,
I cry so selfishly sometimes.
I cry because I'm scared and I don't know what to do.
It's true, what a fool I am.

A primal idiot, a master of none.
Looking back on all I have done, I sleep it off.
How long can I go on like this? I fake it all.
How long before they start to notice?

I'm not alone in this. I am not hopeless
because the sun reveals 10,000 homeless.
These refugees, these freaks born already broken,
we all we meet beneath the salty ocean.

Boundless swimming through the infinite by no coincidence
and all of my accomplices are brilliant and degenerates.
Opposites: the elegant and ever-proletariat will
mix with their indifference and the endings always obvious.
Dropping all your problems on the doorsteps of psychologists is
not the proper etiquette the endless isn't permanent.
Flowing streams of consciousness, the pleasance in the effervescence.
Forget about your loneliness I never thought we'd meet again.

(I never thought that I would see you again.
The sort of solemn feeling that we'll never remend
and on we spin through the infinite.
I always thought that this was all just a game.
The simplifying thinking left me blinking again
and on we spin through the infinite)