What we are is not under control We´re the kids who won´t do what we´re told All the words that I carve out of my throat They keep me alive, but keep me alone
So, I shove those things in microphones To feel like I might matter, I don´t Wrap your scars around my radio Let it hit soft and sweet and slow Baby, spit in my mouth so I can hold All of the junk you´ve ever been told
I´m a last chance bet, a neon ghost But, man, the dirtiest lights shine the most