Sportscourt - Modern Day Saints Lyrics

I miss those late nights when we would drive
In your beat up old Tacoma
Having dreams about diplomas and losing sleep on your aunt's sofa
I'm looking at photographs from 5 years back that we took on New Year's Eve
I can smell the rum and cigarettes from the ashes of who we would never be

I was such a waste, but you kept me in place
With dreams of doing selfless things like modern day saints
Hang me out to dry when you get tired of trying
Relapse back to our selfish ways like modern day saints

I'd sing along with you til we both passed out in the living room
From late nights wide awake convinced a ghost would roam the staircase
So we'd hide under your duvet like a bed of sheets would keep us safe
An ocean made of seams and in my dreams you were the tide
I miss those nights
You by my side
I miss those late nights

I'm still such a waste
I can't stay in one place
I never did those selfless things
I'm no modern day saint