Never Never
Assume the night's done
When 40 ounces might make you smile some
And you can drink past your history
Think you'll remember me
Think you've got soul or something that you can't define.
You wake up anyway
Just like yesterday, again
But you're a little less relaxed and you can't say much
And you feel like a nerve
I've heard young hearts go up in fire
Like the paper on a cigarette
Now I can't imagine yours so warm, so alive