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
