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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