Chinchilla

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