Friday night fights
Turn to what you waiting for?
It's a blacked-out war
We've only watched the gore
Everything is grey
Except skies of blue
A neon screw you
And then me and you
But noir is to jaune
As we are to pawns
We're above this sh**
Don't throw any fits, or I'm out
We love our lives, we hate the keys
Block out the locks, we're a boozy dream
We help ourselves and then we freak
Block out the public, we're our own dream
Own dream
We're our own dream
I kiss and tell
But I'm not that new
To a ricked curfew
I'm just the one to woo, I guess
I sew up shorts
Not the shorty shorts
Reasonable words
That I want to hear from you
We love our lives, we hate the keys
Block out the locks, we're a boozy dream
We help ourselves and then we freak
Block out the public, we're our own dream
Own dream
We're our own dream
Ooh, ooh, Oh, oh
Oh no
We're our own dream
New ooh, go oh
Too slow
We're our own dream
Ooh, ooh, Oh, oh
Oh no
We're our own dream
New ooh, go oh
Too slow
We're our own dream