There's way too many people in here
Don't let the fire marshal see
I feel the passion burn like cigarettes
The scene pours out into the street
Is this where I'm meant to be
Am I getting warm
I've grown so unaware of precedence
Is it too dark in here to see
In through the window we're so picturesque
Don't we make such a pretty scene
Is this where I'm meant to be
Am I getting warm
Listen to the part of me that's calling out for more
Well I have you now
And so unaware
Brooke had died
On a folding chair
What a way to live
And a way to go
Yeah I found what you're living in
And there's no way you're coming home
What it takes to live
With a ways to go
Yeah I found out what living is
And there's no way you're coming home
And I have you now
And so unaware
Yeah Brooke had died
On a folding chair
I wanna be a painting
I wanna peel it back again
If all this time will soon be wasted
Eat around the bitter end