Chinchilla

So far we've lost focus

Lets just concentrate on words that could mean everything

On nights like this

We drink ourselves dry

And make promises

Without intention

So fortunate that this was brought up

The last time as I recall

I can't hold up your every expectation

On nights like this

We drink ourselves dry

And make promises

Without intention

My God, is this what we've become?

Living parodies of love and loss

Can we really be all that lost?

So fortunate that this was brought up

The last time. As I recall

I can't hold up your every expectation

One moment to another I am restless

Seems making love forever can often risk your heart

And I cannot remember when I was this messed up

In service of another I am beautiful