(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