Food court fountain's bubbling
In a ghost arcade
Slim fingers sieving through the rubble in
Bittersweet nightshade
No lie, I would lay down my life
For any rat in the road
Yeah, I, I'd lay down my life for you
Depressive episode
Some golden oldies radio
Plays your first kiss (later than your friends did)
Binbag blackout, your landlord pinned for curtains
Two brine-soaked kids
No lie, I would lay down my life
For any rat in the road
Yeah, I, I'd lay down my life for you
Depressive episode
(Yeah)
It's a medical condition to hold such inhibitions
Second serving, sophomore slump
(So called 'cause you suffer more)
Paid partner validation is no route to salvation
Sewer swimming, down in the dumps
A wave away
Scratch card inside an envelope
Little effort for fleeting fun
I truly hope that both our luck is out
I'd kill myself if he won