Jamie took the car out, drove downtown for the weekend*
At the old abandoned parking lot we found reasons to believe again.
Crumbling with the walls, we were there with a couple cans of spray paint.
Jamie said, "I'm not coming home again."
Me and Tammy snuck out and met down on the subway.
I'd been telling Tammy "just get out of your house,"
She said "i wanna hear this fucking band play."
The volume was beyond comprehension.
We took it rough, like self inflicted wounds.
Tammy said, "I'm not coming home again."
And all these hollowest of promises is how we strung each other on.
Experimenting with survival techniques,
We crossed the blurriest lines between right and wrong.
jamie said, "when i wind up in jail, tell the world it was all for a purpose.
escape ain't the noblest cause, but if all you do is just pay lip service to your life,
you'll wind up stuck eternally. and you can tell tammy that.
you tell her, get out of this town someday."
but seven thousand channels! disassociation.
i found tammy, her head all slow with downers,
she said "come on, give me my vacation."
there was something about the air out that night.
i'd sworn if i kissed another friend goodbye,
i'm not coming home again.
there was something about the air out that night,
i told tammy, "you can kiss my ass goodbye,
because i'm not coming home again."
