Seven ways to break apart from me
A paper bag is not good enough for this breath
Shore to shore we're the safest bet, aren't we?
What's the point of growing up when we can't?

These streets don't speak to you and me
I'm burning out on weekend scenes
These streets don't speak to you and me
Burning out on weekends...

Little words and forget-me-nots on me
I'm just a waste of common sense and ideals
Coast to coast we're the safest best, aren't we?
Growing up while burning down without dreams

I'm all right
This last time
Without you
I'm all right
Without you

With all your friends
They'll never stand a chance
Now they're dead
With all your friends
They'll never stand a chance
For one last dance

For one last dance...


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