You told me you loved me
While there's a bunch of blurry faces getting high on the couch
And a heart attack on a song bleeding out from the radio
We gotta get outta here
With a broken guitar and a pocket full of pills
If these walls could talk then you know that mine would be screaming
And all the sad songs are the same
And we're all getting high to pass the time
And we're drinking our sins from our fingertips
Just to try and look a little alive
I know you're not looking
But there's a taste in the mouth
Thats a little less beautiful than you baby
Than you baby
We gotta get outta here
Back to a place and a time where we're all f*cked up
And my friends are only my friends when it comes to the weekend
And all the sad songs are the same
And we're all getting high to pass the time
And we're drinking our sins from our fingertips
Just to try and look a little alive
And all the sad songs are the same
And we're all getting high to pass the time
And we're drinking our sins from our fingertips
Just to try and look a little alive