They stick to my tongue, the kisses you threw at me
I'm falling in love with Xs and ecstasy
I tripped on my tongue and fell into wild things
Peel off your guts, punch me romantically
I burned out on luck, it never did much for me
Tonight, let's be young and light up these sleeping streets
It's Friday night and I'm in the basement
Screaming out my lungs with my best friends
I hope when I die, I feel this alive
Shake off the dust, lace up your fighting teeth
It's less that I'm dumb and more awkward socially
I'm hiding in drugs, but hoping you'll wait for me
It's Friday night and I'm in the basement
Screaming out my lungs with my best friends
I hope when I die, I feel this alive
American girls and French kisses
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