I've been waking up with nothing left, feeling like I may as well not have slept
Taking burns with those kind of friends, I need less of those kind of friends
And I smell like error and I taste like waste and I'm breathing like a couple of someone else's mistakes
And I'm sorry for making your house feel that way
And Jess turned to Morgan and said, "I hope I haven't lost your respect, with this hot glass ripping up the inside of my lips,"
And everyone gave up, started sleeping with their laurels
We're all back on everything and we're not speaking to our morals
And we get high because we're scared of time
And we're scared of time because we're always...
And I can't feel my face, but I can feel yours
A spare bedroom, another "someone else's place," we spent our birthdays outdoors
And on the twenty-first of May, twenty-one years ago I was born
Twenty years ago I was
Meet me on the corner of the last couple of years and I'll be trying to roll a cigarette while blinking back the fears
I'll have a story and a scratch somewhere and I'll do my best to tell you everything I've ever done
And tonight we'll waste no one's time but ours, push me up against a brick wall somewhere in between the bars
I won't feel scared, I won't think once
I'll just hold you like I've done nothing wrong
