When you're sitting lonely upon some party's kitchen countertop
Holding a well-known drink you hope that no one sees, but I see you.
I'm so tired of nothing, some bland excuse to not allow some love.
I want to feel like my dreams are not fancy, but a preview.
Let's be reckless, and
Fervently honest, because
This fire's always burning, our hopeless hearts are yearning
For something that's worthy of passion.
So wrap your arm around mine, from hazy nights/new skylines,
This life's just waiting for us to begin.
With your head resting on my shoulder, all I hear are the best sounds.
An orchestrated choir of chaos and class, and art in your chest.
This town imprisons us with confectionery, ordinary.
Let's break out and find solace. A place to sleep, but never rest.
This fire's always burning, our hopeless hearts are yearning
For something that's worthy of passion.
So wrap your arm around mine, from hazy nights/new skylines,
This life's just waiting for us to begin.
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