Bang the Doldrums

I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm when you passed out,
I couldn’t bring myself to call, except to call it quits,

Best friends, ex-friends to the end,
Better off as lovers and not the other way around,
Racing through the city, windows down,
In the back of yellow-checkered cars,
You're wrong,
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong,
Are we all wrong?

This city says;
Come Hell or high water, when I’m feeling hot and wet,
I can’t commit to a thing, be it heart or hospital,

Best friends, ex-friends to the end,
Better off as lovers and not the other way around,
Racing through the city, windows down,
In the back of yellow-checkered cars,
You're wrong,
Are we all wrong?

The tombstones are waiting,
They were half engraved,
They knew it was over,
Just didn’t know the date.

And I cast a spell over the West to make you think of me,
The same way I think of you,
This is a love song in my own way,
Happily ever after, below the waist.

Best friends, ex-friends to the end,
Better off as lovers,
Racing through the city, windows down,
In the back of yellow-checkered cars,
Yo-ho ho. Woah-oh-oh.
(Are we)
Yo-ho ho. Woah-oh-oh.
Yo-ho ho. Woah-oh-oh.
(Are we)
Yo-ho ho. Woah-oh-oh

Best friends, ex-friends to the end,
Better off as lovers and not the other way around,
Ex-friends to the end, and better off as lo-ho-oh-woah-woah-oh.