Boys - bulldog eyes

Fake a smile for Southern California

Drive to Oceanside and stare out at the water

From the pier at night

The pitch black swaying makes me cold inside

I’m drunk and feeling funny on a Wednesday night

I’m high and feeling stupid on a Monday night

Good boys die young

Washed up on your shore

Passed out on my floor

Am I wrong for wanting more

Constant bliss I miss the city

And you’re on my lips

I made you cry so many times I feel like shit

I never thought it’d come to this

Our conversations always hit and miss

I’m sorry I’m sorry never cuts it does it

Good boys die young

Washed up on your shore

Passed out on my floor

Am I wrong for wanting more