[Verse 1]
It was Don Delillo, whiskey neat
And a blinkin' midnight clock
Speakers on a TV stand, just a turntable to watch
When the smoke came out our mouths
On all those hooded sweatshirt walks
We were a stroke of luck
We were a goldmine, they gutted us

[Chorus]
And from the sidelines, you see me run
Until I'm out of breath
Livin' the good life I left for dead
My sorrowful midwest
Well I did my best to keep my head

[Verse 2]
It was grass-stained jeans and incompletes
And a girl from class to touch
You think about yourself too much
And you ruin who you love
Well all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom
Let's have a nice clean cut
Like a bag we buy and divvy up
[Chorus]
And from the sidelines I see you run
Until you're out of breath
And all those white lines that sped us up
We hurry to our death
Well I lagged behind, so you got ahead

[Instrumental Outro]