Night Games

Run, run, run
There's no room for your loose lips
Tonight
Playing "kick the can" at the Anderson's 'round 9
Come by

Ronnie Wilson will be there
We can play some "truth or dare"
We all know you've kissed every boy in town
Give me all your tips and tricks, seeing you're not invited
Maybe next time you'll be picky, not vile
Picky, not vile
Picky, not vile

Talk, talk, talk
All it is or was, speak now
You vowed
We were kids telling fibs, scared as hell to grow
Excel
Farewell

Dirty secrets, citywide
But we still can't look inside
All grown up just on the playground of life
Close your eyes, count to ten
Standing five foot eleven
Scared as hell and still just picky and vile
Picky and vile
Picky and vile

I've searched with nothing found
Just night games to us now
Careless with our minds
Selfish old mankind

What do we do?
What do we do?
What do we do?
What do we do?

Night games
What do we do?
Night games
What do we do?
Night games
What do we do?
Night games



Credits
Writer(s): Logan Nelson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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