Between now and again I know that nothing will make sense

As much as I try I will make the same mistakes again

I told myself, "I'll let you know when you end up coming close

To, to another faithless friend"



Between 17th and Vine and the end of Friday night

Await my trusted audience the roads and city lights

I told myself you should have learned by now you get what you deserve

In every bitter end



I don't feel bad

I don't feel anything

I can't tell insult from injury



You don't know me anymore

And you never did as far as I'm concerned

Only the closest ones can make you burn



Woah

Woah



Between 17th and Vine and the end of Friday night

Await my trusted audience the roads and city lights

I told myself you should have learned by now you get what you deserve

In every bitter end



I don't feel bad

I don't feel anything

I can't tell insult from injury



You don't know me anymore

And you never did as far as I'm concerned

Only the closest ones can make you burn



Woah

Woah