Is it time to disintegrate
Is it time to celebrate
help me think of what to say
Will I die before I dance?
Is this science, or is it romance?
And I know that yesterday you gave me your heart
but I need it every day
and I know that it might just tear you apart
But I need it every day
Will I ever find rest
in the comfort of Avenue X?
Silver tones in a jacket, a funny time
Disrespected, a toy in a candy line
Just a regular day with a friend of mine
24 hours and we still aren't satisfied
And you say that you love her, and that you're thinking of her
And your hands are on the ceiling in the space just above her
And I know you have money, so don't be afraid to waste it
Diamonds in the ceiling, and fires in the basement
But if I could hold her, seven cheeks for seven shoulders
I wish that I were older, I wish that I were older