My god, I think that I’m in love with
Anarchy and cigarettes and talking about all the frets in life

With you
I like you with you and you and me and me and you
I like you with you and you and me and me and you

Patched jeans with bands like AJJ and Nausea too
Thinking the government's out to get you

Oh well, I like you with you and you and me and me and you
I like you with you and you and me and me and you