We know just how this song goes;
It's been playing on loop since 2008
But we're ******* sick to
our stomachs of singing along
We strive for insanity just to
forget the lyrics & get lost on the chords

We know just how this looks to them;
A bunch of ******* misfits
throwing punches in moshpits
But they don't see the salt
water we are drowning in when the shows over

Oh ****, here we are
smoking in your sunroom again
And if one of us hasn't started crying yet,
we'll say we're makin progress
Haaaaaa
we all look a little cleaner
after a couple handles of ***
You look flawless through
the smoke that's blowing over your face

When my head is spinning
& the walls are melting down all over you,
I can finally see that this is not
what we were made to be
But it's too late, we're too lost
And we know that we can't
find our place with liters
of liquor flooding through our veins
So we sit naked in circles and
talk about how comfortable
we all are together
But I know that none
of us feel safe in our skin
And I know we're all just dying
to shed this layer & see
what's beneath it
We're hoping to find a reason to scream
Because we're so **** willing to lose our voices
But we've just ran out of things to say