these lullabies

All of our songs can be lullabies And all our rhymes can appear so very kind We've got eternity to linger in these halls of your mind But I'll never have a life, outside of these lines We never have to leave Unless you want to, of course We can return to our sacred records And all our ultraviolent chords If it all goes down tonight, find me at your door A broken little love song, I hope it's not a bore Run out to the suburbs, a picture-perfect life Exist how we were meant to, if that's really what you'd like Just promise me one thing, one thing is all That we will end up on the water, oh, this fall, I'll quit smoking if you'll quit drinking We'll build a life on white lies, and leaving I think I've been the same forever I think you have too Since the days of sirens, since the days of blues Since the days of swimming out in your pool Find me at three, out in the heat Remind me where I am and tell me to breathe I need this like I need these songs, A life without them is a life lived gone If it all goes down tonight, find me at your door A broken little love song, I hope it's not a bore Run out to the suburbs, a picture-perfect life Exist how we were meant to, if that's really what you'd like