We'll make necklaces of scrapped metal and some loose twine

We'll try our hardest to finish three bottles of cheap wine

Because we both know as we get older our taste will improve

But for tonight let's pretend we've got something to lose



Two stabs to my side

I'm screaming through this smile

That I'm so happy you're happy



My fingernails are what scarred your hardwood floor

As I tried my hardest to leave my mark

As I dragged myself out your door

Because I know as I get older my taste will improve

But for tonight, I'll pretend that you will do



Hey beautiful, you're not beautiful