[00:26.58]I guess the barstaff see this every night
[00:29.01]They're turning tables putting candles out, careless and tired
[00:31.92]And all dramas are unstarted
[00:34.20]Came for the money
[00:35.46]Stayed for the community
[00:37.26]And now the funds are tight and now we chose our sides. we make the same mistakes our friends might
[00:42.45]We're floating streamers down down off balconies,
[00:44.37]Scattered arcs across the city makes a new body cold.
[00:48.18]How you dont stop believing in the band
[00:50.13]Because the band stopped believing in the band.
[00:52.14]Careless hands and one night stands, where everything stands we were made of plans
[00:59.85]Backdrops set to falling stars does not describe what you are and god knows what you think of us
[01:10.23]I'm losing ground to future ghosts, i know that we're good and i know that i'm close but god knows what you think of us.
[01:52.77]Now we sleep crooked if we sleep at all we squeeze our bodies into spaces when the spaces are full
[01:57.96]Yr blisters from our shattered arcs across the city, make a new body
[02:03.66]Now the pressures on and i still sleep alone
[02:06.12]We barely notice when our friends are gone
[02:08.76]We're lighting cigarettes to pass the time
[02:10.74]Coward dazed by the money, trapped by community
[02:18.27]Last hit for sure, once was enough
[02:20.04]Oh careless hands we were made of plans
[02:25.41]Fake reports of faulty heart does not describe what you were and god knows what you'd think of us
[02:42.18]Once was enough.

I guess the barstaff see this every night
They're turning tables putting candles out, careless and tired
And all dramas are unstarted
Came for the money
Stayed for the community
And now the funds are tight and now we chose our sides. we make the same mistakes our friends might
We're floating streamers down down off balconies,
Scattered arcs across the city makes a new body cold.
How you dont stop believing in the band
Because the band stopped believing in the band.
Careless hands and one night stands, where everything stands we were made of plans
Backdrops set to falling stars does not describe what you are and god knows what you think of us
I'm losing ground to future ghosts, i know that we're good and i know that i'm close but god knows what you think of us.
Now we sleep crooked if we sleep at all we squeeze our bodies into spaces when the spaces are full
Yr blisters from our shattered arcs across the city, make a new body
Now the pressures on and i still sleep alone
We barely notice when our friends are gone
We're lighting cigarettes to pass the time
Coward dazed by the money, trapped by community
Last hit for sure, once was enough
Oh careless hands we were made of plans
Fake reports of faulty heart does not describe what you were and god knows what you'd think of us
Once was enough.