bright lights in a city that seems
too big to ever believe
soul searching is a dangerous road
where thrillseekers get dead to get living
so desperate and deliberate
we crush the scene with fingertips
an appetite for nights with hazy incidents

we don't, we don't
need another way to fall in love
and flood our veins with someone new
before we're empty of the last one
with intuition through tunnel vision
we'll make the same mistakes we made
on the last one, on the last one

cigarettes and a shadowy dance
when earthquake girls give you the chance
we are the kids who love to love
the third act stories with guts and glory

we don't, we don't
need another way to fall in love
and flood our veins with someone new
before we're empty of the last one
with intuition through tunnel vision
we'll make the same mistakes we made
on the last one, on the last one

tonight's the night when we will
fall asleep and wake up from our
black party dress that we call one night stands
and with these hands, we'll wash the sheets
to wash away and wipe a clean slate
of lipstick grins and midnight gin
to choke away our lost boy mistakes