Dirty Lights

What we are is not under control

We're the kids who won't do what we're told

All the words that I carve out of my throat

They keep me alive, but keep me alone



So, I shove those things in microphones

To feel like I might matter, I don't



Wrap your scars around my radio

Let it hit soft and sweet and slow

Baby, spit in my mouth so I can hold

All of the junk you've ever been told



I'm a last chance bet, a neon ghost

But, man, the dirtiest lights shine the most



I blur all this hurt into sound (x8)