Texty

It's like a heatwave, hits you right between the eyes At a dive bar, looking like Brooklyn angel light Sun melting off your tattoos on your thighs Drunk on something I vaguely remember It tasted like whisky, right? Get it out of your system Throwing up on a pavement Hold your hair, I'm laughing But my stomachs turning Pumping, playing black flag My shirt, faded Cro-Mags Lead singer with dog tags, you and me You and me We know who we are (We know who we are) Close to falling apart (Close to falling apart) Unapologetic art (Unapologetic art) Outcasts from the stars We know who we are We know who we are And you and me And you and me And you and me It's like the sunshine, blinding you in both of your eyes At a hotel bar, using your best cheesy pick up line We're three drinks in, getting matching tattoos of our sides It was dumb, I know But I'm a Cancer so I had the most perfect time Getting stoned in Michigan When you talk, I'm listening Your nails are faded red My life, a perfect mess For running through the tree line Only worth a grand, don't mind That's 50 bottles of wine, for you and me And you and me And you and me And you and me We know who we are (Yeah! Yeah!) Close to falling apart (Yeah!) Unapologetic art (Unapologetic art) Outcasts from the stars We know who we are We know who we are We know who we are (We know who we are) Close to falling apart (Falling) Unapologetic art (Unapologetic art) Outcasts from the stars We know who we are We know who we are
Writer(s): Bryan James Sammis, Trevor Jon Christensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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