Texty: Bury Your Dead. The Outsiders.

The life I live, my last chance at an impact
But my time's wasted by the people who come and then go
This one's for them 'cause the scene's for us
And I'll give you one chance to stand up and prove to me you're not

You live your life by a broken promise
You made to yourself in the seventh grade
Three years from now when you turn twenty-one
No longer coming out

You've become just like everyone else
You've become just like everyone else
Everyone else
You've become just like everyone else
Everyone else

The life I live, my last chance at an impact
But my time's wasted by the people who come and then go
This one's for them 'cause the scene's for us
And I'll give you one chance to stand up and prove to me you're not

You live your life by a broken promise
You made to yourself in the seventh grade
This life is wasted [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] when all is said and done

You're our permission to work the walls
You'll be forgotten when you are gone
This one's for you 'cause the scene's for us
You'll be forgotten when you are gone
This one's for you 'cause the scene's for us