Sober

[Quote from The Lost Boys, 1987]
"One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach; all the damn vampires."

I'm riding my bike, taking down souls on a Saturday night
I fucked up my life, come take a look come take a bite
Oh what a delight, looking so low yet I'm feeling so high
Dim the city lights, shining too bright ya they're hurting my eyes

I think that I'm sober, definitely older
You can get high from the runaway
I think that I'm sober, definitely older
You can get high from the runaway

I'm losing my mind, dulling my fangs cause it wasn't my time
No ending in sight, wasting away ya it never felt right
I'm dying inside, testing my faith testing my pride
Cuts under my eyes, think it's too late to say goodbyes

I think that I'm sober, definitely older
You can get high from the runaway
I think that I'm sober, definitely older
You can high from the runaway

Dance for two, I won't say what I've been through
Or pray for you, I won't say what I've been through
Go back undo, I won't say what I've been through
Or stay with you, I won't say what I've been through

I think that I'm sober, definitely older
You can get high from the runaway
I think that I'm sober, definitely older
You can get high from the runaway