He talks about nothing using too many words
He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs
She acts the rage which is most of her problem
In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow
Another Saturday night
Another fucking shitty Saturday night
I'm spinning in the next room
Slurring along to my isolation
At the top of my lungs
I'm sitting here next to you
Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done
I don't want to be anywhere at all
Here or at my house kicking at the wall
If home is where the heart is
Then I live in my upper chest
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different
And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant
But pints of Vodka don't write poetry
You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies
But I swear to fuck
That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more
And I swear to fuck
That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor
Than the words of Kropotkin ever could
And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could
I'm puking in the next room
Sorry about the carpet
Clean it up or your mom'll be mad
I'm pretending that I'm too good for you
So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am
Better to seem like an asshole
Than what you are
The billionth teenage boy with social problems
To plays the guitar
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me
But I know the look on your face that I want to see
If home is where the heart is
Then mine is a cigarette
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm not you and that's good enough for me
The only word that I use is fuck
So you can forget the dictionary
I can't tell what question you're asking
I don't care 'cause no is my answer
Another Saturday night
Against everything on a Saturday night
I'm bleeding in the next room
Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high
I'm here beating up on you
'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care
The only card game I know is strip solitaire
If home is where the heart is
Then I got evicted this week
I'm gonna drink until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
Start to taste like the cheap beer