shaky
circling ‘round yr hometown BK lot
searching for a safer place to park
but you’ve got starry eyes
and tales that looks a lot like mine
I know, I know
ruthless
youth with no diplomacy or tact
defunct- but they’ll burn me if I crack
but you’ve a heart of gold
and ten excuses getting old
I know, I know….
how sometimes things get scary
but its always me drawn red-eyed in the snow
oh, cause on this side… things get hairy
and that’s more the sorta script I can follow
cause I want yr shame
want a decade back on yr old myspace page
want the Green Day lyrics set for yr away
message, yr online girlfriend
mark the parallel fools we’ve been
I know it sounds wack.... but I want that
and if they catch you, veil pulled back
yr name drawn from a hat
I’m glad we’re both better than that
not sure what they’ll do
but if they vote to burn you, they’ll have to burn me too