What You Live By

Meet me up on ninety-nine Beneath the Marco Polo sign I'll be the one with a box of wine And a hundred dollar car We could talk about the lives we've led And count the reasons we're not dead Or maybe we could talk instead About the ways in which we are Always nothing or too much to say Only so many sides of the record to play And the song that got stuck in my head Said you die by what you live by You will die by what you live by You will die by what you live by Every time… Like carnivores to carnal pleasures So will we to desperate measures Melting into stagnate puddles Beat down by the sun I went to school—I didn't stay Spoke right up when I had nothing good to say And I said it to anyone who would listen Lay me down in the bed that I made Starved for sleep by the shrill serenade Singing over and over: You die by what you live by You will die by what you live by You will die by what you live by Every time… You die by what you live by You will die by what you live by You will die by what you live by Every time…