MGMT - Time to pretend

I'm feelin' rough, I'm feelin' raw
I'm in the prime of my life
Let's make some music, make some money
Find some models for wives
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin
And fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine
And the elegant cars

This is our decision
To live fast and die young
We've got the vision
Now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming,
But what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices
And wake up
for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We were fated to pretend I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals
Endigging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother
And the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father,
Miss my dog and my home
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom
And the time spent alone

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten
Life can always start up anew
The models will have children
We'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models
Everything must run its course

We'll choke on our vomit
And that will be the end
We were fated to pretend