I’m a slave to always fucking up. It’s not okay, but maybe it’s enough. Kids like us are weird, and more, we’re brave. We tie our tongues and turn them into rage. And the night’s still young. And we’re dumb enough to fall. Carve your name soft across my lungs. I want to breathe you until I’m numb. We’re not loved, well, hardly, anyway, with filthy luck in such a filthy haze. But the night’s still young. And we’re dumb enough to fall. Turn the amps up to nine. I don’t want it too loud. I gave you taste and a spine, now I hope you drown. Is there a lie in the lights or the shine of this town? This guitar wants to die.
"How are you today? I saw your friends band play a little show last night. It’s not my thing they were alright. You’re in my dream last week. I’d like to hear what you think. We passed a house driving fast. The sun was shining on the grass. You made me stop and leave the car. You pulled my sleeve but not too hard. Remember when you took too much, I didn’t mind being your crutch. We loved you then. It’s not the same. I don’t like how things change."