We were steamin' at the seams   and the scene seemed like in dreams   Pressed close behind the tinted glass   as the cop's headlights scrolled past   "I can't see a thing,"   Kelly said blushing   as she spelled our names on the window   of her sister's Monte Carlo   And this is the soundtrack   playing in back   of our restless lives   And though they make no sense   these are the moments   we'll remember for   the rest of our restless lives      Lyin' behind Venetian blinds   in the depth of summertime   hiding from the asshole sun   copying Jon's record collection   Bedroom reeked of death   sweaty sheets and Sunday breath   with ambition for ammunition   and the pulse of a machine gun      You see the movies that you wanna see   right?   And you know what you wanna be   right?   So choose between A, B, or C   It's free will   but it's still   a recipe   So what about the rest of us?   What about the restless?   Will we be restless for the rest of our lives?