Meet me up on ninety-nine

Beneath the Marco Polo sign

I'll be the one with a box of wine

And a hundred dollar car



We could talk about the lives we've led

And count the reasons we're not dead

Or maybe we could talk instead

About the ways in which we are



Always nothing or too much to say

Only so many sides of the record to play

And the song that got stuck in my head

Said you die by what you live by

You will die by what you live by

You will die by what you live by

Every time…



Like carnivores to carnal pleasures

So will we to desperate measures

Melting into stagnate puddles

Beat down by the sun



I went to school