Little lady with your high-tops on
Your denim coat with the buttons undone
This is a room for the love immune
A second thought bride and a runaway groom
Are you the first cause I'm the latter
Hearts 'round here don't seem to matter
I heard this curse may never change
Honey do you wanna find out?
I see your boots hanging from the stool
Glass half full of your hundred-proof
Your 5o'clock shadow in the afternoon
Heart half empty, hair undressed
In this bar where our hearts are scattered
We cover our scars with the same old pattern
I heard this curse is bound to change
Honey do you wanna find out?
Who says heartaches have to heal?
We are the lost and way past the bottom
I've got cells to kill for an hour
Heres to us
Grab a glass and fill it with
A bit of sorry and a little absinthe
Around here thats our medicine
Honey lets sink it down
Who says heartaches have to heal?
We are the lost and way past the bottom
I've got cells to kill for an hour
Heres to us
Heres to us
Where did we go wrong?
Spent it all just to fight it off
Is there something wrong,
With being the broken ones?
Who says heartaches have to heal?
We are the lost and way past the bottom
I've got cells to kill for an hour
Heres to us
Little lady with your high-tops on
Your denim coat with the buttons undone
I see your boots hanging from the stool
Glass half full of your hundred-proof
Here's to Us Video (MV)
Performed By: Demage
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Blake Savage, Demi Brooks, Josh Needs
Demage - Here's to Us Lyrics
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Little lady with your high-tops on
Your denim coat with the buttons undone
This is a room for the love immune
A second thought bride and a runaway groom
Are you the first cause I'm the latter
Hearts 'round here don't seem to matter
I heard this curse may never change
Honey do you wanna find out?
I see your boots hanging from the stool
Glass half full of your hundred-proof
Your 5o'clock shadow in the afternoon
Heart half empty, hair undressed
In this bar where our hearts are scattered
We cover our scars with the same old pattern
I heard this curse is bound to change
Honey do you wanna find out?
Who says heartaches have to heal?
We are the lost and way past the bottom
I've got cells to kill for an hour
Heres to us
Grab a glass and fill it with
A bit of sorry and a little absinthe
Around here thats our medicine
Honey lets sink it down
Who says heartaches have to heal?
We are the lost and way past the bottom
I've got cells to kill for an hour
Heres to us
Heres to us
Where did we go wrong?
Spent it all just to fight it off
Is there something wrong,
With being the broken ones?
Who says heartaches have to heal?
We are the lost and way past the bottom
I've got cells to kill for an hour
Heres to us
Little lady with your high-tops on
Your denim coat with the buttons undone
I see your boots hanging from the stool
Glass half full of your hundred-proof
Your denim coat with the buttons undone
This is a room for the love immune
A second thought bride and a runaway groom
Are you the first cause I'm the latter
Hearts 'round here don't seem to matter
I heard this curse may never change
Honey do you wanna find out?
I see your boots hanging from the stool
Glass half full of your hundred-proof
Your 5o'clock shadow in the afternoon
Heart half empty, hair undressed
In this bar where our hearts are scattered
We cover our scars with the same old pattern
I heard this curse is bound to change
Honey do you wanna find out?
Who says heartaches have to heal?
We are the lost and way past the bottom
I've got cells to kill for an hour
Heres to us
Grab a glass and fill it with
A bit of sorry and a little absinthe
Around here thats our medicine
Honey lets sink it down
Who says heartaches have to heal?
We are the lost and way past the bottom
I've got cells to kill for an hour
Heres to us
Heres to us
Where did we go wrong?
Spent it all just to fight it off
Is there something wrong,
With being the broken ones?
Who says heartaches have to heal?
We are the lost and way past the bottom
I've got cells to kill for an hour
Heres to us
Little lady with your high-tops on
Your denim coat with the buttons undone
I see your boots hanging from the stool
Glass half full of your hundred-proof
Writer: Blake Savage, Demi Brooks, Josh Needs
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid