He sits at his best friend's throat
Well I hate showering in puddles,
I shot a flare gun in the air
so I could get a glimpse of hope
Well I have honest friends,
with all their desperate lies
And I have people that say,
And I have people that say,
Well I know this, will be our final ride
Like kinks on stolen bikes,
And I know this will be our final ride,
like kings on stolen bikes,
We threw our hats up in the air
to say that we were finally free
Every poem that I wrote in school,
Well I am helpless, and I am in love,
but I know everything will be okay
Alright, with uninvited guests
who always love to spend the night
Well, I know everything will be okay
Alright, with uninvited guests
who always love to spend the night
Well, I have honest friends
with all their helpless lies
And I have people that say
And I have people that say
Well, I know everything will be okay
Alright, with uninvited guests
who always love to spend the night
Well, I know everything will be okay,