I know that I can be mistaken But you know we all make mistakes I know you're running out of patience And I'm running out of things to say
What are we fighting for? Seems like we do it just for fun In this, this stupid war We play hard with our plastic guns
Don't want another drink I just, just wanna be alone No, I don't care 'bout what you think I'm going home Yeah, I'll stick with hell no's and headphones
And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches