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