The old me is dead. Get over it
Every day can make forever feel like a long time
And every night can become a late life regret
It seems my reputation proceeds me in every new city around two in morning
I never should have met you at the airport, I never should have left the south
Self destruction was a blast, you'll always remember
Spent a lot of cash to find out nothing matters
I might hate it but these old haunts keep me honest
I might hate it, oh, I might hate it
We can never be real friends, it's too easy for something to happen
Never going back to the town you grew up in
You used to want to save the world, but now you say we don't mean anything
"Lest we forget" is a mantra not a threat
Self destruction was a blast, you'll always remember
Spent a lot of cash to find out nothing matters
I might hate it but these old haunts keep me honest
I might hate it, oh, I might hate it
The way you looked at me in the back, had me feeling extra dark
Let's put these feelings to bed, make tonight a work of art, yeah?