We walked a little drunk
Two sides to a tune
Three flights of stairs
Never felt so good
So we carried on, so we carried onYou're under 21
Like the barrel of a gun your mouth is full of words
You've clipped my hand with a bang bangI've been dragging on
Livin' in a competitors home
Pressing my lips to you
Want her to consider the viewPut away all your good words
Decorating something you've heard
Too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again
The photo was precise
But none of it was right
I'm so unfit
Like a pig in shit
I feel at home at timesSeeing that I've walked too far
I've come too fast
I've shown you all a blast and now I'm somebody's faultYou're somebody's fault, you're somebody's reason tooPut away all your good words
Decorating something you've heard
Too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and againWell I've been dragging on
Livin' in a competitors home
Pressing my lips to you
Want her to consider the view
I've been dragging on
Livin' in a competitors home
Pressing my lips to you
Want her to consider the viewPut away all your good words
Decorating something you've heard
Too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again"And when she was gone
It's just as they say she was gone"
Although you are persistent your arms don't give much lifting