Kids

Forget the loudest love songs we sang under your attic They always felt too quiet We should scream until the police shriek, "Hold it down" We'll tell them, "Yeah, alright" then bang the amplifiers We're not violent, we're just some dumb kids getting wasted and knowing we're alive There is anger, but it is just, it is power The kids are still alright We're just too high to fight And it's brave to be polite And to wear fake leather So, I carved your name in mine And I thought all about how we stumble around Until gravity sleeps and you slip and fall into me