The taurine keeps us moving,
But the side effects are tearing us in two.
We need an addiction that no one will notice,
We need one that won’t scare the boy away.

The photo booth serves to capture the memories
That we wish would last longer.
We’ve changed and we’re leaving people behind.
They’re destroying themselves and we’re along for the ride.
We both see the damage in each other and it scares us away.
But despite our better judgment,
We can’t look after ourselves,
So why would what we do to each other
Keep us apart?

All we’re really looking for
Is another distraction.