these are not the days of our lives

from One Night Alive by Yr Poetry

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my friends and I, we don't got a plan. Just a destination sparkling on the darker edge of town. A place where we can keep drinking and if they play some songs I know I guess we're down.

We get down. And up above us there's these souvenir kick drums hanging high. For a heart that won't stop beating or a skin that won't stop tearing I can't decide.

They play Jimmy into Blink and my friends spill their drink. They play Nirvana into Mcbusted and we get adjusted.

Hey Pauly, you said this place was punk. I've seen DJs pulled from decks for lesser crimes. He turns to me and laughs, says "we're fully over that, those sound like the olden times"

Fuck it, I'm down with mixing sin and sonic till I vomit, but the disparity in dress sense only grew. How woke guys call it progress but guilting girls to wear less is nothing new.

They play Bring Me into Slipknot, feel my s p i r i t drop. They play pressure into blame. Confidence to shame. And she will never trust again

From dancefloors to bedrooms, the same chords that save you.
This ain't a rescue, nu-uh.
Comes back when the beat stops, the moment the bass drops
From basements to rooftops, nu-uh.
Trade the rest of our lives for one night alive

And that's it. The whole tooth. We'd ask anyone not yet convinced to leave the room.
Yeh now we've lost the doubters I'll say not all singers are saviors, they just sound righteous with the right sounding guitars. Well hallelujah.
And there'd be a slogan, all caps. I'd get in printed on the tickets I'd advance: ALL WORTHY FORMS OF ART MAKE TO RECAPTURE YOUR FIRST HEARTBREAK, the rest is dance.

They play 5sos into My Chem, I think they'd scare the shit outta them. They play pressure into blame. Confidence estranged. And she will never trust again.

From dancefloors to bedrooms, the same chords that save you.
This ain't a rescue, nu-uh.
Comes back when the beat stops, the moment the bass drops
From basements to rooftops, nu-uh.
Trade the rest of our lives for one night alive

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from One Night Alive, released April 3, 2017

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