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