We always end up outside
Like two diamonds in the rough
With our cigarettes in our hands
Singin' songs with pots and pans
Then we begin to tell the difference
(oooh oooh oooooooh)
After we burn our past behind
Between the sleepers and the ones
(oooh oooh oooooooh)
Who can't sniff out their own kind
And your legs start to feel
(oooh oooh oooooooh)
Like [?] is its tail
And your hands won't stop the[?] shakes
(oooh oooh oooooooh)
No hair of the dog can be your grace
Oh you never had a chance
(oooh oooh oooooooh)
She'll just drag your ass down here
(oooh oooh oooooooh)
Kidnapping you in conversation
(oooh oooh oooooooh)
Breaking down and building up your years
(oooh oooh oooooooh)
Oh these sins of mine
I leave in a ring around
Mine [?]
[?]
Oh my God
Oh that make believe
Eventually it
Became a self-fulfilling prophecy
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Oh my God, oh my God
[instrumental]
[vocalizing]
Oh my God
I wanna play something green
On my front stoop
Watch it grow as I grow
For I am giving up this ghost
I am giving up this ghost