Hanging with all the
Unloved kids
Lunch at nine with the
Straight edge
Don't you remember
Remember when it used
To be sunburns and bike rides
Too

I've held my breath with
Every little step
On the shards of the past
But everything seems to get a
Little smaller with every time
You frown

So now I'm
Hanging with all the
Unloved kids
Lunch tonight with the
Straight edge
And I don't know who to believe
In the battle

But everyone seems
A little too chill
With me drowning in my
Own spill
And I know its my
Fault and I know it's
Undoing the ties we shared so
Long, long ago

But I've just got to
Hang with all the
Unloved kids
Skip lunch at nine with the
Straight edge

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.