It's all the same
Rotten and lame
Lame
We lucked out we lucked out
We lucked out on everything
We lucked out we lucked out
We lucked out on everything
I wanna get in trouble just a little bit
Don't wanna listen to no one I'm sick of it
I wanna get in trouble just a little bit
Don't wanna follow the rules I'm gettin' sick of it
You think I
Would know
Where I
Wanna go
We'll figure it out like we always do
And if it all falls through
We got nothing to lose
We'll figure it out like we always do
And if it all falls through we got nothing to lose
If it all falls through
We got nothing to lose
If it all falls through
We got nothing to lose
Berry bagels
And Juice in the fridge
Everything we dreamed of
When we were kids
A beautiful view through a dirty window
Remember when we lived on the street
We called Winston
Finally we live in a house with no roaches
Or tweaked out landlords making up bullshit
I love the way you say
I love the way you say
We lucked out we lucked out
We lucked out on everything
We lucked out we lucked out
We lucked out on everything
I wanna get in trouble just a little bit
Don't wanna listen to no one I'm sick of it
I wanna get in trouble just a little bit
Don't wanna listen to no one I'm sick of it
You think I would know