Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men
I need some sleep
They hate the songs
We hate them too
This show is free
Twenty minutes in broke another fucking string
Just call it luck
They start to leave
I start to plead
Someone yells you suck
Suddenly that joe kicks hard in my veins
I cool down
Things sound good right now
Suddenly fists turn into brave ears, move as one
Funny how no one knows we came
They wouldn't come anyway
Should I feel grateful to play
I'm living life my way
I fell in love with my enemy
I let go of everything I had left at home
Two cool people came
They're hiding by the door
Eyes wide with fright
A guy, a girl, in love with the whole world
It almost makes it right
Every little thing must go wrong