Champs Like U.S.

I've got a mind to wash you
Out of my life
I hope your scent doesn't seep any deeper
Than a few cycles
Unless you're good as new with the old smell
Of a younger you

Saving the sexy for saturdays in a
Weak daze from all of our weekdays
With your tattoos and loving it out in the air
We settle and stew in the hard relax
Getting a tan or getting a burn
It's nice to sit here half knowing you (Hold E)

Seeing every good side isn't so easy
When you've had it too easy
Seeing every good side is a little easier
If you'd just let things pretty

Back seat beers, only tipsy
From breaking these gentle laws
Finding a moment to break out
With the next we tuck back our insides
Forever in notebooks
A stockpile in the hold

Sank the first six to settle into
Sour snakes hidden in the pew
Married into fame and magnificent ruin
Jesus said your name and mine
And we're all shifty eyed open books
So good luck with those dirty looks (Hold E)

Seeing every good side isn't so easy
When you've had it too easy
Seeing every good side is a little easier
If you'd just let things pretty

Forever watching our favorite films
Hand in hand infinite bowl of popcorn
Forever on every roof
Beery eyes dig through endless night's sky

I should be a lot of things
Like the horseshoe on the door
To keep the room at zero
Help is on the way in white sneakers and t-shirts
No need to get wrecked but so long inhibitions
Cause I'm so sick of the sickness of sadness

So sick of the sickness of sadness
So sick of the sickness of sadness
So sick of the sickness of sadness
So sick of the sickness of sadness