Alchemist. Alchemists.

Oh, my god!
 Let's do this again
 Let's do this again, again, again, again, again!
 How come I can't stop kissing you?
 I can't stop kissing you
 Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man!
 And I've got headaches filled with time
 Those dizzy numbers, dizzy numbers
 Pictures, papers, pencils, razors
 Blankets, lipgloss, whiskers, whispers
 Liz tries to whisper:
 "Promise that you won't fall for me."
 What's that?
 Didn't hear you, too late
 Too late, too late, too late
 Guess what? I'm drunk
 I thought I'd never write a love song again
 Then again I guess I'll never again
 Well, well... too late
 I gotta write about what I don't write about
 It's just like me to let me destroy myself
 Not fair... well, well
 Hey check it out:
 I don't got flowers for you
 But I got dinner plans
 I got my right hand
 Hand in hand
 And hands with plans
 Wine and words, my pens and plants
 Come on, kids, and clap your hands
 Come on, Liz... just one last dance
 Please?
 Now,
 I let the bed bugs out
 I feel the time run out
 Wait,
 Time out! Time out!
 Now,
 I guess you're leaving town
 Gonna put my face back down
 I'm no alchemist, face down
 It hurts enough just to say your name
 I'm so happy that we met all the same
 Black cat's mustache, ambiguous bowls
 Last thing we ever wanted was somebody to hold her
 We're not to blame
 It happened just as soon as you said to your name
 "Hi, my name is Liz, I think we should dance
 Let's toast to happy endings and giving this a chance"