SPF 5,000

They spent the week in ruthless sun

Their inhibitions all undone

Tunnel vision's in effect, disregarding disconnect

How could anything go wrong

We watched the fireworks from the beach

Suppressing tension underneath

Pretending that we couldn't hear the echos bouncing off the pier

The cue that it was time to leave

Is the outcome understood

If we stay like this for good?

Always something going wrong, "please don't go," a routine song

Detrimental firewood

Now everything I know is false

It started out a perfect waltz

But we kept tripping at the simplest of movements

As we seasoned all our wounds in table salt

Something that I've come to find

Is you keep spending all your time

Looking for a role to fill in everybody else's film

You're just an extra on the side

They never give you any lines, no