I always keep the fall back sweet
While I’m running after sirens like I’m lost at sea
And you swore that you wouldn't make a scene
But that dress that your wearing might just be the thing
The Champaign doesn't really help with the real pain
But we've got reason to celebrate
I always keep a bottle in the back of my car
So what'd you say we try and find a quiet place to park?
She said you’re the kinda boy I’d hide under my bed
I know it's only seven but the night feels wasted
And this one’s for the worst
I promise darling if you wrap those words around your neck
I'll kick the chair out from under your legs
There’s no way you’re walking home
Lets get you out of those clothes
If I could I’d strip you down to your bones
My double standards mean I can hide in the sheets
From my melancholy
She said you’re the kinda boy I could pack up and leave with
So you start the car I don't care where we're headed
And this one’s for the worst
I promise darling if you wrap those words around your neck
I'll kick the chair out from under your legs
You are so insatiable
And Yeh, I may be a burnt out poet and a shoeshine kid
I've got enough money to get us out the city
But ‘til we get some cash we're sleeping on the back seat
And Maybe I've been going about things all-wrong…
Because there’s a ring on the finger of a girl I used to love
Hook line and sinker. Honeymoon sophomore: Rookie mistake of the year
I find it easier to say ‘no’ to you when you’re not leaving the room in tears
She said you’re the kinda boy I’d hide under my bed
I know it started badly but the nights not wasted
And this one’s for the worst
I promise darling if you wrap those words around your neck
I'll kick the chair out from under your legs