Molly said
Man I think I have a fever
Didn't take much
But nobody believed her
I believe her now
Moved to the city
Shacked up together
Molly made a vow
To stay young forever
And that came true somehow
Drinking on Mondays
Crying on subways
Falling for good lays
With shady friends
But ain't it a fine line
Too much of a good time
Underground clubs and hazy concoctions
Sex in the shower to sweat out the toxins
And cigarettes at dawn
How a moment can turn to a chapter
When somebody you love joins the afterlife
What should I do with her phone
Now I'm drinking on Mondays
Crying on subways
Falling for good lays
With shitty friends
But ain't it a fine line
Too much of a good time
Go
Go where you need to go
Can't stand to see you throw
Throw it all away
But I know
All that you've been through
Your ghost
Hangs in my rearview and oh
We'll talk it through someday
Someday
