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