We're not the clean cut
Kids in the back bus
Nike socks pulled way up
Football lights shining in us
No
I wanna stay up till three
Head down, slumped under
Water and face in the
Glitter and grim before
Yes
We'll undress into our skin
And show how to hold
Another drink of tea when wishing
The world could hold us warm
No
And I hate reality
But I really love those pictures
Of you looking so sharp and smoking
Sweet smells of fall, and our birth
Into winter
Yeah
I want to head back to
Amsterdam, London, New York, Paris
For some solace but even those
Safe havens haven't seen my face in weeks
Nah
So should I go back now
Before it's all over, and I'd like
To die again today, tomorrow
There's not another day left
For me to cry over my own mistakes
And downfalls, but I'll thank all the
Invisible humans today, and tomorrow
For now.