"all i wanna do is get down, is get down, is get down in the evening, in the evening and not wanna die tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. i'm humming like a jar full of lightning bugs, walking through a star field covered in lights, wasted like a bum with somebody's wallet, pictures inside of you and me, you and i. so past sad i'm crazy and scary, it's beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta but not."
