Drunk lust and punk love;
we dream of,
punk rock shows,
and posing scenes.
Dive bars and DJ sets,
and lists of projects,
we can never finish.
Oh, no!
What makes you makes you,
makes me think...
do we think?
Happiness resides in a booth,
in a bar,
in the neighborhood where we reside.
Happiness is in the doing,
in the making,
in the who knows who and what happens.
This is the life!
Another drink, another life time of regrets.
Another song so we can sing along.
Another friend to never call on.
Another night to be forgotten.
(This is the life!)
But you take these dreams and throw them out the window.
Yeah, you take these dreams and throw them out the window.
Woah.
Spinning records and not keeping track.
No one keeps tracks anymore.
And no one remembers anything,
so soak it up while you can.
I'll tell you how it ends.
She wants:
To be the one who never lets you go.
To be the one who never lets you fall.
To be the one who comes back home to you.
To be the one who calls you "home."
To be the one who keeps your chorus on.
To be the one who keeps you cornered.
To be the one who never lets you down.
This is the life!
Another drink, another life time of regrets.
Another song so we can sing along.
Another friend to never call on.
Another night to be forgotten.
(This is the life!)
But you take these dreams and throw them out the window.
Yeah, you take these dreams and throw them out the window.
Woah.
Yeah, you take these dreams and throw them out the window.
Yeah, you take her dreams and throw them out the window.
I want:
To be the one who never lets you go.
To be the one who never lets up.
To be the one who comes back home to you.
To be the one who calls this place "home."
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