i’llchoosemysideandshutup, alright

I'd choose a side if he'd let me But first I'd choose to be somewhere to think We're drunk when we show so we're tired when we leave And that's his choice And he won't leave with me So come on boys We'd walk out with ears still ringing We'd walk out and make plans to get to his We'd be celebrating blindly with flies for confetti But it's his choice Yet he won't leave with me So come on boys