I've been doing this for half my years;

I've been mouthing off in bars, trading shame for self-respect

My trajectory is crystal clear

I can see it in the stars that frame the shame above my neck

And the sky is always pitch black

When I sneak away, I only wanna come back and see your face again



I want to listen to The Cribs, my dear, while we make out in your car

f**k the haters who object -- they've overrated self-respect

The sky is always pitch black when I sneak away

I only wanna come back and see your face again

To see your face again

Not borne on beams from outer space through AMOLED displays

To see your face again