If I find my way back home, I'll say "what am I doing here?" We have made our camp, but not settled. Nothing can touch us here We took the van one night The three of us, contraband and our bikes The city was left behind Our own vacation, our own weekend Our own fear and loathing except on Cape Cod At two in the morning when my body's not attached to my head We got on our bikes and rode. My legs like Jello when we rode that night Hot livers and cold purse. The day was going everywhere in a hurry Instead of nowhere fast. Take a pill. Do substances. Have a drink
Recreational drug use to drive golf balls It's the most comfortable and uncomfortable place The discomfort is not in a bad way No, not in a bad way Don't make me go home My own chocolate heart Look at your scales, your head is on all wrong I've got monsters on my brain A towel on his head after jumping off the pier Rama said I looked like a Kennedy And Ryan's taking pictures And flattery doesn't make sense in our state We had to make our own fear and loathing on Cape Cod