Lyrics

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 I blur all this hurt into sound (x8)