The Restless - The Matches

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 machinegun

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?