| They stick to my tongue, the kisses you threw at me
|
| I’m falling in love with Xs and ecstasy
|
| I tripped on my tongue and fell into wild things
|
| Peel off your guts, punch me romantically
|
| I burned out on luck, it never did much for me
|
| Tonight, let’s be young and light up these sleeping streets
|
| It’s Friday night and I’m in the basement
|
| Screaming out my lungs with my best friends
|
| I hope when I die, I feel this alive
|
| Shake off the dust, lace up your fighting teeth
|
| It’s less that I’m dumb and more awkward socially
|
| I’m hiding in drugs, but hoping you’ll wait for me
|
| It’s Friday night and I’m in the basement
|
| Screaming out my lungs with my best friends
|
| I hope when I die, I feel this alive
|
| American girls and French kisses
|
| American girls and French kisses
|
| American girls and French kisses
|
| American girls and French kisses |