last night, a room full drunk sang along to the songs I never had the courage to write. given the chance i'd stay in this chorus forever, where everything ugly in this world is sadly beautiful (in our desperate memories). no we're not going to call everyone on their shit tonight. even though the half of you won't even smile the next time we pass on the street. maybe somehow this scam will still save us all. and I saw you dancing at a punk rock show, and for a moment we walked streets that everyone else had given up to four am. cursed promises and spray paint marking everywhere we went, and every direction only going as far as we let it. there are so many things we try to do truthfully, by the time it's through with us it all falls apart. maybe somehow this scam will still save us all.