Ride my bike to the place where I'll spend the night, then the other
Backwards hat out of fashion, into the light of your brother's jacket
Is the air clear Are we clear here
I'm sick of the drugs and the pointless coldness It's overdramatic
I'd walk you home, if you were up for it
But truth be told you make me nervous
I'll hold the door if you'll let me
But if chivalry's dead
I'll go home with my mistake, shake the whole thing off
Bring myself to wake up when the morning comes
The butcher shoppe is only a street down
Machine Gun is chasing Slugs away
You're bored as hell, I see you trying on your makeup
But you hate yourself, that's why you're lonely when you wake up
Ride my bike up the hill with the sun in my eyes Getting tired
Sweaty brown hat under a helmet, and into the light of a conversation
It's a swift ride down the E line
I'll miss you when I'm gone but I won't miss the fucking incline
Can't get the fear of failure off my mind
You'd tell me if my life was on the line
Keep telling myself that I'm right this time
But if it's all the same
I'll fly home with my regrets
Hope you don't wake up
See the spot in my bed
Where I was last month
Sorry I'm a flake
Tend to fuck things up
When you see me take off
You'll be glad I'm gone