It's just passed midnight and I'm staring holes through the back of your head

because under nightfall everything seems a little more nostalgic

so here goes nothing as I throw up all these words all over you


new romance is becoming saturated in our eyes


oh how cliche it is to sing about the stars

when they burnt out about ten years ago


its just passed midnight and she's laughing at every word that I said

another frightful moment and

I need a mayday when I'm burning down

so much for spilling out my guts

because you never even gave a damn


selfish agenda blaming everything on me


oh how cliche it is to sing about the stars

when they burnt out about ten years ago


won't toss and turn tonight 

we ride out fast

we'll burn the houses

and we'll torch the souls until they get it right


this letter is scarlet because it's addressed to you