[ Featuring Girls ]
I'll never miss a thing
Never sleep again
No I'll turn the other cheek
Leave all the loose ends
The lemons in my drink
Are ripe for ruining
Me and all my friends
Perfect idiots
So carry me up where I can see,
I'm weak in the knees
Everyone here is drunker than me
At this party
Don't leave me alone
In America with Americans
Take me out
Of this stupid dream with these
Old-frat-boy-wanna-be-James-Deans
Running from the cold
Stuck here on first ave
Balanced on the curb
Two steps from a cab
My heart beats no harder
However fast I run
And the guilt just looms larger
The longer that you're gone
It's never the same
Your voice in my head
You don't sound like that
An ocean away in a sea of cocaine
It's a heart attack
Don't leave me alone
In America with Americans
Take me out
Of this stupid dream with these
Old-frat-boy-wanna-be-James-Deans
Well they don't want the song and they don't want the dance
I'm a badly bruised fruit rotting out in the rain
I'll be waking up tomorrow with my head hitting my hands
Assume fetal position and deep throat my dread
It's a Colt 45 in cocktail of pain
It's a woman in the corner I don't know her name
And she's trying to take me home but I won't go yet
So I wake up in the morning with a deep regret
Don't leave me alone
In America with Americans
Take me out
Of this stupid dream with these
East Village-finance-bro-Steve-McQueens
Don't leave me alone
In America with Americans
Don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone
