we were late on the roadnour offramp was closednfor some midnight constructionnnthe heater was brokenand you kept checking your phonenlike you had somewhere to gonnit was all so cinematicnthe way you flipped your hair as i killed the enginenyeah, it was just like we rehearsednbut there was a tearing soundnand the world turned so brightnlike the fourth of julynhad gotten caught between our eyesnnand suddenly our tongues were tiednand we had both forgetten our linesnbut i just couldn't let you pass me bynso we made our own, yeah we made our own linesnnand we kissed like movie starsnand we fired the directornand we made love on the cutting room floornnand our hands were around our necksnand for once, we found a pulsennyou said, baby, in the morningnwe'll both have the blackest eyesnfrom a lifetime ofnseeing things that no one ever should.nnso we kissed like movie starsnand we fired the directornand we made love on the cutting room floornyeah, we kissed like movie starsnand we burned down every theatrenand we made love under the ashes we prayed for