Forget the loudest love songs we sang under your attic
They always felt too quiet
We should scream until the police shriek, "Hold it down"
We'll tell them, "Yeah, alright" then bang the amplifiers
We're not violent, we're just some dumb kids getting wasted and knowing we're alive
There is anger, but it is just, it is power
The kids are still alright
We're just too high to fight
And it's brave to be polite
And to wear fake leather
So, I carved your name in mine
And I thought all about how we stumble around
Until gravity sleeps and you slip and fall into me