[Verse 1]
We were shredding our lips with swatches
Mixing blood with soda on the rocks
Laying every vein in silken pouches
A normal evening, a normal home

[Chorus]
Buckle up, I guess, you’d better
I will brake the posted limits
You and me your friend will not see together
We'll scatter us on different sides of tracks

[Verse 2]
Branding lycra skin against the coal-fire
Pouring wine on bodies from on high
Souvenir scars for friends and lovers
Those little somethings to remember me by