threw caution to the wind, but i've got a lousy arm

show me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid, i, i, i will break his jaw

and i'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke

tell that boy i'll leave you alone now

here we are untouched forever, i'm saving this all for later

you are my favorite what-if, you are my best i'll never know

we were the kids who screamed, "we weren't the same," in sweaty rooms, now we're doomed to organizing walk-in closets like tombs

it's not like i don't respect your opinion

i burnt out my defensive, now everything i say is taken as offensive

and don't really care which side wins, long as the room keeps singing, that's just the business i'm in

this is me standing in the arch of the door hating that look that's on your face that says there's another fool like me, there's one born every minute

we had a good run, even i have to admit

baby, we should've left our love in the gutter where we found it

take two years and call me when you're better, take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter

us, we were only meant to make you live again

rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees (for a)

we're a bull, your ears are just a china shop

get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes

does he know the way, does he know the way of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?

don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright?

at the dead-end called unsteadiness, boxed blondes have less fun

sometimes i feel like the whole world is after me

i'm every cliché, but i simply do it best

take this sideshow and all its freaks and turn it into the silver screen dream

i can take your problems away with a nod and a wave of my hand 'cause that's just the kind of boy that i am

i will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough

put love on hold, young hollywood is on the other line

a caterpillar that got stuck, mr. moth come quick with any luck

the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger

mix the low, low, low lights with the low, low, lowlifes

there's a song on the radio that says, "let's get this party started," so let's get this party started

don't worry your head, just go to sleep

and i'm back with the madness, i'm a champion of the people who don't believe in champions

i will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough

divide me down to the smallest i can be, put your, put your v-v-venom in me

i hate the way you say my name like it's something secret

'cause you're the last of a dying breed, write our names in the wet concrete

solar flare stares won't last, but never means forever

and i-i-i love the mayhem more than the love

walking off that stage tonight, i know what you're thinking

may the bridges i have burned light my way back home on the fourth of july

and it's me and my plus one at the afterlife

i'm not ready for sincerity, i'd tell any lie to keep you listen-listen-listen-listening

oh, n-n-no, no, this isn't how our story ends, so hold me tight, hold me tight, or don't

oh god, kinda please, would you kill me now?

you're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess

m-m-m-milligrams in my head burning tobacco in the wind chasing the direction you went

threw caution to the wind, but i've got a lousy arm

we do it in the dark with smiles on our faces

i never meant for you to fix yourself