sometimes i wish stars were just holes in black sheets. i want to throw what i own out the window onto concrete. will you dance with me to the music of it hitting the street? i want to love all my enemies. it was vodka on ice, your tonic and lime, the nights you spent talking, i just whispered and mimed and now i'm running up escalators, turning back time. i want to love all my enemies. and yeah there's ghosts in winter park and baton rouge, there are bodies in beds and california full moons. there's the words i never said now drowning in bayous. i want to love all my enemies. and i'd still buy you bad coffee to smell your stale breathe cause i miss your toes on my ankles and the sound of your chest. i've sold you my pride and i'll swallow what's left. i want to love all my enemies.