[Verse]
So cash in all your chips tonight, baby
'Cause we're going out of style
We could leave this city
If only for a while

[Chorus]
We'll take this feeling to our graves
For every heart we betrayed
No one can know about this
We'll take this feeling to our graves
For every heart we betrayed
No one can know about this

[Interlude]
The only place I'll call home is my deathbed

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
I know we're so wrong, but it feels so right
It's not a party if it happens every night
I'm running on empty, you're running out of luck
So let's ditch this city before we sober up