I miss the drugs and the sunshine   and the make-up on your face   your legs can't be real   and your skin must be fake   let's throw a party for our last breath   our friends can come and watch us dream   what are they gonna do to my body   when they unplug me from the machine?      you should stay east   and I'll go west      I heard you got a dirty trick   up your sleeve   but girl, look at your calender   it says: I'm gonna leave      I miss the girls and the street lights   and always sleeping late   I'm getting bored with the tabloids   my mouth needs a new taste   let's disappear into a glass house   i can use your tongue to get clean   and when the medicine runs out   they'll unplug me from the machine      you should stay east   and i'll go west