Where are we going tonight?
Everyone says they don't know
Probably back to the same hole
Riding a broken bike
Underneath the boardwalk is like a second home
When there's nowhere else to go and you're seventeen years old
I must have drank too much tonight because I don't know my way home
This looks like the perfect spot to shut my eyes and fall asleep
I can't thank myself for no puke on my shirt
I never thought l'd get off this beach alive
Chafing in these pissed jeans and sandy shoes
I haven't got a clue, but I guess I'll be fine
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Where are we going tonight?
Everyone says they don't know
Probably back to the same hole
Riding a broken bike
Underneath the boardwalk is like a second home
When there's nowhere else to go and you're seventeen years old
I must have drank too much tonight because I don't know my way home
This looks like the perfect spot to shut my eyes and fall asleep
I can't thank myself for no puke on my shirt
I never thought l'd get off this beach alive
Chafing in these pissed jeans and sandy shoes
I haven't got a clue, but I guess I'll be fine
Everyone says they don't know
Probably back to the same hole
Riding a broken bike
Underneath the boardwalk is like a second home
When there's nowhere else to go and you're seventeen years old
I must have drank too much tonight because I don't know my way home
This looks like the perfect spot to shut my eyes and fall asleep
I can't thank myself for no puke on my shirt
I never thought l'd get off this beach alive
Chafing in these pissed jeans and sandy shoes
I haven't got a clue, but I guess I'll be fine
Writer: Dylan Gartland
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