Saturday
You're gonna see who owns tonight
We're dripping from these hearts that love to fight
We might not wake up tomorrow but that's just fine
We're done with what we're looking for
I am living under your skin
You wear my teeth around your neck and start to grin
So fuck tradition
Fuck the future
Breathe in these seconds
Lessons and bits of string around your fingers
We all breathe the same air
Our throats can beat all night together
The race has ended another marathon
This is our pace
This is our last night
Fuck the world
We are too much for just one night
This chest is so fucking heavy
These ribs are zippers so stand close to me and zip up