I don't mind the sound
Of your voice, of your voice
When you use it like your gun
So much fun, fire your gun

Casual as you are, gets hard to say
I won't say, 'less you're going away

He strings himself on up to your front door
You've been a wall of ideas about the rich and the poor
We could start home talking
Make your focus break
When you're left to yourself
You throw it out anyway

I don't differentiate
We from they, we from they
Feel my appetite
Why is life sleepless night?

Lean my head against an angry moon
Always room, angry moon

In and out of a metal chair
In an unknown apartment where
I can build myself up
Before I make the scare
String myself up onto your front door

Street joy
You adore