We can live like this.

But if you left it up to me, everyday would be a holiday from real.
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun.
We'd fry our brains and say it's so much fun out here.
When it's all over, I'll come back for another year,

I'll look for work today; I'm spilling out the door.
Put my glasses on so no one sees me.
I never thought that I'd be living on your floor.
But the rents are high and LA's easy.

Oh, it's a picture of perfection.
Ah, and the postcards gonna read,
"Fuck yeah we can live like this...
We can live like this"

- jack's mannequin.