The Liquor Your Older Friends Bought - Into It. Over It.

If I had to make a wager

On whether I could count your age on my fingers twice-over

I would bet all the money in my pocket

All the money that you’ve given me

Left over from the liquor your older friends bought

Teenagers throwing up in the parking lot

Well, what are we doing here

If you don’t want to watch and I don’t want to stare?

And if you think I’m finished talking shit

Well, I’m sorry, but this is just the start of it

So, hold on to your swords and fall

My best advice for you to readjust your motives

Readjust your motives

Well, this is just like a part that you’d write

Only ten times better and without the effort

And I know you’re just trying to be nice

But you should

Hold your

Breath

Tonight

What am I doing here

If you don’t want to watch and I don’t want to stare?

And if you think I’m finished talking shit

Well, I’m sorry, but this is just the start of it

So, hold on to your swords and fall

My best advice for you to readjust your motives

Readjust your motives

A repeat image of flashing lights

The total irony of getting pulled over

Going about the same as the rest of my night

Someone tell the DJ to turn the volume up on the fight

What a relief I’m not in high school anymore

The second this ends

I’m going home

What a relief I’m not in high school anymore

The second this ends

What a relief I’m not in high school anymore

The second this ends

I’m going home

What a relief I’m not in high school anymore

The second this ends

I’m going home