Food court fountain's bubbling In a ghost arcade Slim fingers sieving through the rubble in Bittersweet nightshade
No lie, I would lay down my life For any rat in the road Yeah I, I'd lay down my life for you Depressive episode
Some golden oldies radio Plays your first kiss (later than your friends did) Binbag blackout, your landlord pinned for curtains Two brine-soaked kids
No lie, I would lay down my life For any rat in the road Yeah I, I'd lay down my life for you Depressive episode
(Yeah!)
It's a medical condition to hold such inhibitions Second serving, sophomore slump Paid partner validation is no route to salvation Sewer swimming, down in the dumps A wave away
Scratchcard inside an envelope Little effort for fleeting fun I truly hope that both our luck is out I'd kill myself if he won
