Tomorrow
I’m Gonna Find a Way to Die
I’m Living Only For a Lover
And the Death of You and I
But If You Find a Way to Break My Back
With Needles, Thread, and Guilt
Will You Cover Me in Kerosene
And Burn My Strychnine Quilt
Yeah, Will You Spit Upon the Path I Took
Will You Cry From All the Drugs I Took
Will Be My Little Come Down Hook
And I’ll Never Ask Again
Will I Wake Up Feeling Half of You
Has Been Striped Or Torn in Two
To Kill a Young Man’s Point of View
Is to Kill His Only Friend
Oh, Oh

Tomorrow
We’re Gonna Find a Place to Live
I’m Packing Only Means For Red Wood Dreams
It’s a Place That You’ll Be Excepted
Oh Fuck the World
Just a Boy and a Girl
But It’s That Leach You’ll Have to Shake
Through the Love We’ll Need to Make
Call Me Sure
Yeah I’m Sure I Said
I Said I’m Open Wide
But You Really Have to Understand
We’ll Build a Water Slide
If You’re Brave Enough to Hold My Hand
Oh, Oh