Someone's gonna bleed and dribble trails in the snow, Stretching to the bus from an overstuffed home We begged to explode. Laura said to me, "This decade's gonna be fucked. Friends will disappear after they fall in love and get married. Isn't that shit like crazy? The working, having babies, and promotions? The cheating, crying, leaving, and divorcing?" As we're bouncing up and down trying to make the floor break, Stop sneering at our joy like it's a careless mistake. You fuckheads complain because you like to complain, Like I blame Rock 'n' Roll when it's just the champagne, That keeps me detatching from reality, Just waiting for someone to come and save me. Won't somebody fucking please come and save me? Oh please, hurry up, someone, come and save me From all these magic moments I've forgotten. On a weary floor that can't support all of us, In a giddy haze and dancing carpet to dust. All these magic moments I've forgotten. All these magic moments I'll forget once the magic is gone.