Gold Rushers

should i have been here  

before i was born?  

may's final days are a funeral march  

my body remembers, your body mourns 

 

should we have been here, 

would there be more?  

or would we still be in the ocean  

clothes on the shore?  

this is the only way we can go home anymore  

 

baby, we were gold rushers  

too little too late  

baby, we were gold rushers  

always wrestling fate 

 

on the roof at a party  

somewhere in la  

you start to cry  

while the homemade slasher flick plays 

  

a sick premonition  

for the rest of our days  

the bear’s closing the distance  

saying i’m nothing if i'm not great  

 

chorus 

 

you’re bearing witness to my love crisis  

i pray you’ll take away my guitar  

i'm going to make things worse  

all this contemplating 

why don’t i fuck like a rockstar?  

 

should i have been here,  

would there be more?  

or did we miss our chance 

before we were born? 

 

chorus 

(is it really too late?) 

 

but i’ve got an album to make 

and you’ve got a book to write  

so i’m sinking the 8 ball,  

i’m ending the night  

you think if we strike it this time 

we’ll have anything else to live for?  

or should we have been here before?