we don’t give up, we fuck shit up.

The gun is loaded when the class is full.
Down the hatch and the trigger's pulled,
off the wagon and back onto the stool.
I know that when I stare into your eyes,
I can see all the years of lies.

All the friends that I've ever known
are the streetlamps I follow home.
The tide keeps pulling me down
I try to reach higher ground,
I'll never give up and drown.

Even though I just can't
tear the moon from the stars tonight,
twist my arm like a knife tonight
and if you wanna leave, that's alright.
Well I'll just turn these tears into wine.