Remember us?
We're the ones who made the party suck
Changed the
You make friends with ugly people
So you stand out
Too self obsessed and too much TV
And underneath this avalanche
I'm B-grade, underweight but excited to be here
I don't mean
And he'll be dead in an hour
Here's your phone back,
When we left off I was choking on asbestos
They've seen
Remember pretending that nothing was wrong?
Turn it off turn it
Let's go
And last week on Swan street
People pointed to
An image problem, this is it
We're gonna turn this dance
I turned to my friend and the look in his
All this time that's on my hands
I don't know what
You got edgy looking clothes It's personality though I don’t
God is dead so meet the kids now: they're on
It makes me nervous and I know why
This secret service
All this time that's on my hands
I don't know what