Last Night , He's Genious . . . .
last night, a room full, drunk,
sang along to the songs i never had the courage to write.
given the chance i'd stay in this chorus forever.
where everything ugly in this world, is sadly beautiful in our desperate memories.
no, we're not gonna call everyone on their shit tonight, even though the half of you won't even smile next time we pass on the street.
maybe, somehow, this scam will still save us all.
then i saw you, dancing at a punk rock show.
and for a moment we walked streets that everyone else had given up to 4 am.
cursed promises and spray paint markings everywhere we went, in every direction only going as far as we let it. there are so many things we tried to do truthfully. by the time it's through with us, it all falls apart.
maybe, somehow, this scam will still save us all.
sang along to the songs i never had the courage to write.
given the chance i'd stay in this chorus forever.
where everything ugly in this world, is sadly beautiful in our desperate memories.
no, we're not gonna call everyone on their shit tonight, even though the half of you won't even smile next time we pass on the street.
maybe, somehow, this scam will still save us all.
then i saw you, dancing at a punk rock show.
and for a moment we walked streets that everyone else had given up to 4 am.
cursed promises and spray paint markings everywhere we went, in every direction only going as far as we let it. there are so many things we tried to do truthfully. by the time it's through with us, it all falls apart.
maybe, somehow, this scam will still save us all.