Buffy Bois

Make way 'til the thrills are gone
And not long 'til the morning comes, well
Don't wake me up, I'm swallowed inside
Build walls with the fears you've sealed and
Fall asleep over beers you've spilled
You've stained your shirt and it shows this time

Hang on, hang on, hang on cause we're almost through it
And we've brushed it off, brushed it off, brushed it off
You can't brush through it
And we talked it out, worked it off
Emphasized, we're tired as hell

And we hang on, hang on, hang on cause we're almost through it
And we've brushed it off, brushed it off, brushed it off
(You) can't brush through it

Say what you said, that's enough now
Don't ruin anything with words that came out
I've found more than broken glass to cut the rope that bind me
A perfect imposter on a flawless design
Life finds a way to squeeze 'em sometimes
Abandon your body 'til the smoke comes out, and try to hang on

(And we hang on, hang on, hang on cause we're almost through it
Brushed it off, brushed it off, brushed it off
You can't brush through it)