I asked you twice, then passed the bong
Can I be proud of being wrong?
I'll be the one
The one to fuck up

You don't know who you've just let in
Through breaking glass and stolen gym
We'll proudly claim our lack of reasons why

But here
I'm shitfaced but so clear
About the way I live
A life so full
The charming ways of raging bulls
I'll be the one to make this clear on you

Through these fading ink years let me go
Face my own lack of reasons to try and belong here

And all these things I fear will justify my ways
A life so short
A golden glass for lonely shots

I'll be the one to make this clear on you