We've got nothing left to lose
It always turns out lame
We will write another tune
It all turns out the same
What's the point in this where I play better if I am pissed?
I guess it's not the same thing
We're stuck in this punk rock station
Days full of accusations
If we sound just like them is there any use if we pretend?
(woah) another boring pop punk anthem
We've hit our all time low
Then again, we never have done
Why write this song about you, like I can't forget you
Looks like we just f*cked up again
We know that it won't change
We'll give up and just pretend
That everything's the same
The mesa's wedged on full
But my ears are f*cked can't hear at all
I guess it's not the same thing
We're lost in this dissolution
Searching for our conclusion
Its better left unsaid
I've got nothing left here in my head
(woah) another boring pop punk anthem
We've hit our all time low
Then again, we never have done
Why write this song about you, like I can't forget you
No, I can never forget you
No, I can never forget you
No, I can never forget you
No, I can never forget you
No, I can never forget you
No, I can never forget you
Woah, woah
(woah) another boring pop punk anthem
We've hit our all time low
Then again, we never have done
Why write this song about you, like I can't forget you
We've got nothing left to lose