Текст песни
Locked legs and a tilted brow
You thought you had me all figured out
But that was then, and this is now
In my dreams I see the road ahead of me
As clear as the sunlight that warms my feet
Yeah! This evening I'm sporting that hot new scent
The one reeking of carelessness
So cliche, so over it
Like another rich kid running alone
Well I'm mixed and molded
And just center folded
Compound the thought of contrast
Is it regret or just hot flash?
We're not leavin' this town 'till we get our glory
No witnesses, No fucking stories
I'm coming back to haunt your dreams
After a life of suffering
This evening I'm sporting that hot new scent
The one reeking of carelessness
So cliche, so over it
Like another rich kid running alone
I can see it's just not me, or am I losin' my mind?
I'm seein' the same old town in A different light, and piercing sound
Oh we're beat and thought to lie when caught
Objectify a set fate, no, no, no, no, no
Don't hesitate
What we're lacking in riches we almost make up for in looks
Don't hesitate
Remember everything you see here tonight
This is one for the books