Everyday Stuff

It's poker, he can't see it in my face but I'm about to play my Ace...

I can hear them whisper as we pass by, it's a bad sign

The monsters turned out to be just trees

Taylor Swift in magazines

Darlin' hold me in your arms the way you did last night

I hope that heaven is your resting place

I'll just keep on making the same mistakes hoping that you'll understand

Until then, we got nothing to say and nothing to know

Party girls don't get hurt

I hear the voices and they're calling for me now, and nothing's gonna wake me now 'cause I'm a slave to the sound

Because every time I think, think about it, memories take me back to all of the wildest times