what you live by

meet me up on 99

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 were we to desperate measures: melting into stagnant puddles

beat down by the sun. i went to school; i didn't stay

spoke right up when i had nothing good to say

lay me down in the bed that i made

starved for sleep by the shrill serenade

singing over and over: 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

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.