Our blood is the same kind Yours and mine And we can go anywhere but here If I can sleep in the car on the way there Your ex girlfriend said I was a terrible mess And I didn't deserve anything that I have So if I sell everything, and split it fifty-fifty Then we can kill ourselves I want to disappear Just like Ed Harrington I want to learn to be alone All my bed sheets are dreaming of being ghosts They want to learn to sleep alone