Boys Night Out

So here's the sum of our parts: an overwhelming willingness to expire
And ugly hands that were built for breaking the ugly second chance that im taking.
We'll realize that we're brilliant at dying as more bullets kiss, and more blades cushion our awkward movements.
So don't look at me when we all run out of room for caring, and bury hope with our useless hearts.
I've started digging graves for everyone, my hand is getting tired from writing out this killing spree.
So it's reaching time. So reach for home where everyone is waiting to forget you.
Reach forward and prop yourself up on the smiling skulls of liars.
Im reaching into my pocket, but the gun's already gone off.
We'll realize that we're brilliant at dying as more bullets kiss, and more blades cushion our awkward movements.
So don't look at me when we all run out of room for caring, and bury hope with our useless hearts.
I've started digging graves for everyone, my hand is getting tired from writing out this killing spree.