Letras
The rumble is a pocket grenade, I'm sure it's
Magnitude will echo through days of silence
She seems bad news but I'm old enough to lose
Talked me into shifting routine, I applaud it
Fumbled the least subtle of clues, I caught it
The girl's a waste of time that I like
Filled up, my half full cup is flowing over, spill inevitable
Champagne on a school night seemed alright
Burned out, my heartbeat's now slowing down, my head pounds
Champagne on a school night seemed like fun
What I did, whatever I said, forget it
But graffiti splattered walls soaked in red suggests it
I'm coca cola, she's the mentos
Filled up, my half full cup is flowing over, spill inevitable
Champagne on a school night seemed alright
Burned out, my heartbeat's now slowing down, my head pounds
Champagne on a school night seemed like fun
She's gonna give me seven reasons not to fall in love
But I wanna be the single reason that she missed her bus
Out of the pan and into attire