Presets on the stereo
I fell in love with a microphone
There must have been something
Appealing about it now and then
Beware all the warning signs
The no-show weekends and dead end nights
I'm almost at my car
Just tell me you're awake
I'm hopeless with the nights I take
When everything is slipping away
All I've got is today
Are we so alone
Rotating beds and rotating homes
And there's a bridge for three coins
And the tokens I'll never spend

We waste our days away
We're bastard sons of dismay
We waste our days away

And if I stop, this dies right now
I've got the heart and soul of this sound
And if I stop, this dies right now
And if I stop, this dies right now
I've got the heart and soul of this sound
And if I stop, this dies right now

Young men and a stereo
Bastard sons of mayhem now
Young men with a stereo who won't go home

Cut the anchors and cut the lies
We offer slurs for the glossy eyed
I'm almost at my car
Just tell me you're awake
Take bash and bruise inside
I cut my anchors, I cut my lies
I'm almost at my car
I'm almost at my car

We waste our days away
We're the bastard sons of dismay
We waste our days away


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

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