i ve got thirties you ve got threes let s slip into some hot springs douse yourself in gasoline and pour your health into the sea you are free freer than me you wanna know for sure but love s an open door sometimes the light burns too bright gust of wind that sets me off echoes in a tailspin gallery of images perverse and right at least to me nothing can provide alternatives to lies one day you ll see yourself the last good man burned out the truth is someone wants you i cannonball into obsession split up and for better ends that never met never once thought we re alright i just ate three grams of magic mushrooms and i would really like to talk to you because you re one of my favorite people ever so but you still rest your head on my shoulders and on your laurels but you forget the past in clearly through the future s bright brighter than you future looks bright 