I'm drunk in the back of the carAnd I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh)

And if I bleed, you'll be the last to knowAnd it's new, the shape of your body

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the boneDevils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

We're not trying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)So cut the headlights, summer's a knife

I'm not dying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times

Hang your head lowin the glow of the vending machine

No rules in breakable heavenBut ooh, whoa oh

It's blue, the feeling I've gotAnd it's ooh, whoa oh

What doesn't kill me makes me want you moreAnd it's new, the shape of your body

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting belowDevils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes