The bus they pull that you see through
The only front just to try and get close to you
And all those boys in vacuum huts, celebrating midnight like slaves to their arts
Maybe yr jealous? you aren't
Family thought for country taught
You only learnt to hide yr accent when you speak to them
And college towns just know their own
Now you can drink or you can kill em' all by light or less than six drags i know
But tonight yr slow
Never gonna be the martyrs that we wanted
Never gonna sleep with idols we crave
Just throw yr arms around the nights you've left behind
And know that when you sleep at least you got this one song
(??)
Melodrama drags aside and chugs the air from yr chest
All "call me" friends and smoking pens
With shaky hands and only if you promise not to act surprised
To let the moment pass you by like its not yrs
He's spoken, he's spoken for
Never gonna be the martyrs that we wanted
Never gonna sleep with idols we crave
Just throw yr arms around the nights you've left behind
And know that when you sleep at least you got this one song
She sleeps with darkness
You know her name
She sleeps with darkness
All the same
She sleeps with darkness
You know her name
She sleeps with darkness
All the same