Like this bridge above and below this waste
like I got
High hopes with my eyes on God
Like I am well dressed but an emotional slob
Maybe you
will humor me in this repartee
Where we avoid what's real and dance the night away
Where we squander our days and dance the night away

Here starts a gang fight under the bridge
It's over a drug deal or some other thug-life passion
Let's watch the battle as if we're not a part of it
They surely don't care that we're here
Kiss me girl now kiss me, care for me and love me always
cuz if you stop caring for me I might get sober
Then I never will return to this place where I'm in love with her