Shaky

Circling 'round your hometown BK lot

Searching for a safer place to park

But you've got starry eyes

And tales that looks a lot like mine

I know, I know

Ruthless

Youth with no diplomacy or tact

Defunct but they'll burn me if I crack

But you've a heart of gold

And ten excuses getting old

I know, I know

How sometimes things get scary

But it's always me drawn red-eyed in the snow

Oh, 'cause on this side, things get hairy

And that's more the sorta script I can follow

'Cause I want your shame

Want a decade back on your old Myspace page

Want the Green Day lyrics set for your away

Message, your online girlfriend

Mark the parallel fools we've been

I know it sounds wack, but I want that

And if they catch you, veil pulled back

Your name drawn from a hat

I'm glad we're both better than that

Not sure what they'll do

But if they vote to burn you, they'll have to burn me too