Do you feel like caving
Could you fall apart
Do you think we're spineless or just too cold at heart
Do you feel like paper in between glass walls
Did you pick them up or drag your hands through the shards
Don't lose your grip
So get up and get out, yeah, get faded
Spend your Saturday nights feeling jaded
Never make the time for stress and never make amends
So get up and go out out with your fake friends
Spend your Saturday nights with the bar bands
Never have to call home, play the victim, just an open hand
Do you feel degraded
A bit worse-for-wear
Don't you think you're too young to show such disrepair
Does the sun come out but never seem to shine
Did you pray for daybreak with your hands intertwined
Don't lose your grip
Don't lose your grip
So get up and get out, yeah, get faded
Spend your Saturday nights feeling jaded
Never make the time for stress and never make amends
So get up and go out out with your fake friends
Spend your Saturday nights with the bar bands
Never have to call home, play the victim, just an open hand
Don't lose your grip
So get up and get out, yeah, get faded
Spend your Saturday nights feeling jaded
Never make the time for stress and never make amends
So get up and go out out with your fake friends
Spend your Saturday nights with the bar bands
Never have to call home, play the victim, just an open hand
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