I let my heart out, I let my soul shout
I saw them talking to the enemy, making up some history, If only they would talk to me
You just don't do that, you'll never live it down
Why can't you look him in the eye and stroll for the door with your head held high
Why do we bend and weaken, why do our eyes get taken
Why can't I stand firm and be true to myself
It's not a five-cent gamble when you never win a fortune and
It's a look you'll never forget as you shake his boney hand
I don't need your, silent driveby I don't get your eye for an iPhone
Get out, get outta punk rock city, get out, I never looked so pretty yeah
Well I lost some judgment, inside an old box
A box of holiday memories, photographs, and keepsakes
You got to me
You just don't kid yourself, my heart is pumping red
And I will never, ever be taken to a bar where we were making and shaking
You just don't do that, you'll never live it down
Why can't you look him in the eye and watch that sucker leave
But no we bend so shallow, we always lose to sorrow
We never stand firm and kick redemption down
I don't need your, silent driveby I don't get your, eye for an iPhone
Get out, get outta punk rock city, get out, I never looked so pretty yeah