Our Favorite Pastime

Blaming myself is a little too naïve or maybe a little too hard to believe
 You've been preparing for the worst
 I've been hoping for the best
 We'll shoot the moon and watch it die
 I'll take this wooden spoon and gouge out our eyes
 We'll steal the stars and place this back in the sky
 And say good night
 On the back porch, watching the cars as they pass
 Wondering which of life's questions I should ask
 So, I'll say in like a sadist
 I'm not scared to die, maybe just excited
 At this intersection of my life
 I don't know
 Sight of the car crash, this is no accident
 Let's call it fate, I'll take the blame for it
 And I'll take the fall
 Meanwhile, the rain is slick
 The passing headlights spin and make me sick
 Under the overpass
 I'll fake it all
 See those bloodshot eyes burning holes straight through the side
 I'll lay down tonight and hope to learn to fly
 Tomorrow may not come around, so kiss me while you can
 And stay the night
 Or say good bye