(Don't) Throw Us Your Slang

O sleep should comes easy after seven shots of someone else's whiskey And such expended energy We've been wasted We've been wasted lately And it's not like he's jealous but he so knows He's just printing up posters and working these shows And all these bands keep passing through He knows how they think and how they think about you We keep our plans in our heads We keep our maps to our chests We caught fire, but fire burns bridges best I lost myself for you, I lost out But every leaving means heading somewhere new It can't be gloomy planets forever Or American Trilogy on repeat in a hostel north of nowhere I guess he hopes you'll stay but he'll wait to see how Salzburg sways And if you're keeping the flat to come back You should tell him what you said; could make boyfriend yet We keep our plans in our heads We keep our maps to our chests We caught fire, but fire burns bridges best I lost myself for you, I lost out But every leaving means heading somewhere new We keep our plans in our heads We keep our maps to our chests We caught fire, but fire burns bridges best I lost myself for you, I lost out But every leaving means heading somewhere new (Every leaving means heading somewhere new.) So here's to you and him The fairytale town and the free bar The absinthe, the whiskey shots and the sloe gin Here's to giving in