I've been doing this for half my years;
I've been mouthing off in bars,
Trading shame for self-respect.
My trajectory is crystal clear.
I can see it in the stars
That frame the shame above my neck
And the sky is always pitch black.
When I sneak away, I only wanna come back and see your face again.
I want to listen to The Cribs, my dear,
While we make out in your car.
Fuck the haters who object -
They've overrated self-respect.
The sky is always pitch black when I sneak away.
I only wanna come back and see your face again.
To see your face again, not borne on outer space
Through AMOLED displays. To see your face again.