Cinco De Mayo Shit Show

Lately it’s been getting late but I’m not tired
And no thanks to sleepless nights spent burning with desire
So I’ll get in my car
We drove to the shoreline with the check engine light on
We slept in a spare room sparing no thoughts for our friends
And we’re all going, straight to hell
For all the lies, we tell ourselves
Last night
Last night, I wanted to leave all my friends out
Desperate chance dragged me out of the sand
But chance’s certain way of getting stuck on
One small desperate action robbed me of all my good luck
Why did I think I could make it better now?
Why did I think I could keep my feet on the ground?
If I wake up and accidentally crawl into your arms,
It’s nothing personal.
Personhood has always seemed so strange.
Oh, Oh, Oh, why do things always have to go and change?
Oh, Oh, Oh, better off if things just stayed the same.
If I freak out and I crash my fucking car into your house,
Of course it’s personal.
Personhood has made me feel this way.
Oh, Oh, Oh, why do things always have to go and change.
Oh, Oh, Oh, better off if things just stayed the same.
Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.
Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.
Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.
Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.
Oh, I’m getting too old for this shit.
I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.