I'm not lying about a lack of chemistry
And Though I'm pretty good at math
There is never enough time to calculate the wreckage we left behind.
I drink to impress you
And it doesn't quite ****** the blue ribbon
And I crack my knuckles because
it grosses you out
But it's for the reaction.
And though we smiled and played the piano on the wrong sides
it was still a melodic start that boiled into the frantic.
We were so drunk we couldn't climb to the roof so we jumped out the window.
John Berrymore wouldve been so proud we didn't break our crowns.
And I'm here now reading infront of you
Fighting back a yawn pretending it's laughter.