william beckett: it’s a drunken midnight on the streets, brightly dusted with a neon light. we duck behind the corner store, smoke your smokes while i keep a watchful eye. right here, right now... i hope before the night is through one fumbled touch will finally hit the spot. you’ve got everything going for you so i’ll go for you with everything i’ve got. right here, the best days of our lives. is this coincidence or a sign? is there anything i missed? is there anything i missed? tell me if i’m wrong but why would we change a thing?
when the morning light fights through the cracks, cascading ‘cross the bed and you are mine. when your parents start to wake for work, between the sheets, keep a watchful eye. right here... the best days of our lives. is this coincidence or a sign? is there anything i missed? is there anything i missed? tell me if i’m wrong, but why would we change it?
when we met, i was on my back; i swear we spent most afternoons somewhere in the act. we were part of something ours and ours alone. anywhere was home. we’re almost here again. when we met i was on my back; i swear we spent most afternoons somewhere in the act. we were part of something ours and ours alone - anywhere was home. we’re almost here again. we’re almost here again. we’re almost here... again. right here... right now.
