The Breaks

Wait for something sinful
Or
You never know until you have to
You never go until it grabs you
You can never really say

Succumb to me, suburban angel
Come to me
You take me up to the top
You ride me 'til I have to stop
Too well we know the breaks

I'm living too well to think about how you win
We're feeling too soon for people worth valuing
We're building that body up in a silent dream
We're crying real tears, we're doing fake things