Get Lost

I wear your scars on my knuckles, baby To keep you soft It’s not like us to be given things We ain’t got much This city sleeps in a pattern Of broken junk But nights like this, it don’t matter All this dirty fun We’ll grow high not up These books and bars and this honesty They’re all I’ve got We drive on drugs, feeling everything Until we get lost This city sleeps in a pattern Of broken junk But nights like this, it don’t matter All this dirty fun We’ll grow high not up I watch your palm hug your guitar It buzzes like a bomb I hardly talk My lips are carved with lust and clumsy thoughts Who called the cops? Whatever We’ll never get caught