We were pulsed and on edge, drunk on summer promises
We felt terminally used by lovers and friends, lovers and friends
We tattoo hearts, get lost in song, dance in bedrooms and reclaim our lives
This is the line in the sand, this is what’s important to us So up the decay, up the heartache
Up the isolation, up the loneliness
Up the mistrust, and we will up the loss
We will live like we are outlaws
Confident failures knowing it will never be this good again
And we will not love like it is revenge
By the time that they are through with us we will be magnificent
Clinging to such slender hopes that were so selfishly worn
We are ready to bet big so consider our debts paid

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