We're young and rotten, running through the house with cigarettes in our mouths

Trying to find a party

Abandoned and fragile, just like our mentality, where the girls are far to "girly"

Where deliberate runaways, run away

A place filled with drugs, and half these girls have babies

You roll in the sheets, with an amateur drunk you meet

And your mouth, it tastes like an ashtray

You don't look at the clock for time, it's more of a countdown until you die

So down, the bacardi

Christian girls don't have the time, for a stray cat, who wants to be high

"Waiting, to be spit out. 'Cause it's only the next step

In a fucked up way it's the only thing, that's ever been real"

Swan dive into a lake of glass, join the dead club filled with stray cats

You're just a runaway

Lay around like you've been divorced, cheat death & be a traitor

You're just a runaway

Narcissism swells your head & the reason why is laying in your bed

I'll bite my tongue, light a smoke, trace around myself in chalk

To save the medic the work

What do you see here?

An ill gotten child raised by separation & misery

Filling a void with artificial happiness, treating every day as new years eve

Letting hope, love and regret dance together as if each one never bothered one another, free

A wish every morning that he was never conceived

The constant reminder that he will always be disappointing

By his father he is deemed idiocy

But his resolution is drinking & something that is about 20 stories & 216 ft