At the half moon cafe we drank to our lives Like pseudo-believers in love We've been through our holes in the walls and the dives Where you drink to recall what you once had a vision of And we talk of our lives in a prison Though we both know it's better to be Safe within our indecision Than taking the risk to be free
And you were to be a great poet I'd find my fame in song But we somehow saw failure more closely Than fame all along And now you manage a hamburger stand And I haven't found steady work yet And we meet here to talk and pretend That we know no regret
But how much is chance How much would you decide How much is murder of our dreams How much is suicide
So you ask of my latest top 40 And I ask of your latest great fiction As I step outside I see that the moon is full I have to laugh at the contradiction Well at least we can laugh at our dreams Though it's really much more bitter than sweet Sometimes through all of this fragmentation I imagine what it feels to be complete
But how much is chance How much would you decide How much is murder of our dreams How much is suicide
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