The Liquor Your Older Friends Bought

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fifty-two weeks of this shit) [Verse 1] If I had to make a wager On whether I could count your age on my fingers twice-over I would bet all the money in my pocket All the money that you've given me Left over from the liquor your older friends bought Teenagers throwing up in the parking lot [Chorus] Well, what are we doing here If you don't want to watch and I don't want to stare? And if you think I'm finished talking shit Well, I'm sorry, but this is just the start of it So, hold on to your swords and fall My best advice for you to readjust your motives Readjust your motives [Verse 2] Well, this is just like a part that you'd write Only ten times better and without the effort And I know you're just trying to be nice But you should Hold your Breath Tonight [Chorus] What am I doing here If you don't want to watch and I don't want to stare? And if you think I'm finished talking shit Well, I'm sorry, but this is just the start of it So, hold on to your swords and fall My best advice for you to readjust your motives Readjust your motives [Bridge] A repeat image of flashing lights The total irony of getting pulled over Going about the same as the rest of my night Someone tell the DJ to turn the volume up on the fight [Chorus 2] What a relief I'm not in high school anymore The second this ends I'm going home What a relief I'm not in high school anymore The second this ends [Chorus 2] What a relief I'm not in high school anymore The second this ends I'm going home What a relief I'm not in high school anymore The second this ends I'm going home