Electricity flows through your bottleglass veinsnAnd its luminous liquid lights up your remainsnAnd you're too lit to drive so you hand me the reinsnAnd our car is alive and to it we're just painsnIn the headnIt must've been something we said.nnWell we stayed out all night and we slept in all daynAnd we vaporized people who got in our waynAnd we rolled out our futures like snakes made of claynAnd I'd braid them together and they looked okaynTo menBut you saw things differently.nnTRAMPOLINE SOLO!nnWas it how much I cared or how little I saidnOr the length of my hair or the width of my bednOr the days I'd show up wearing nothing but rednWas it really so easy to wish I was deadnWas it hatenOr was it just something you ate?nnAnd I found you years later beneath your old treenYou were tied up and crying and drunk dialing menAnd I cut loose your bandages setting you freenAnd I asked who you loved and you said it was menBut you liednAnd a few minutes later we died.