I'm the boy who followed the rules.
I'm the boy who's been polite, but i had enough of you.


Just like a dance with the devil,
every step feels like a sin.


This calls for a toast to the lady of the year.

Baby you're my suicide

and nothing will ever change my mind.

Buy me cheap shots, touch my skin.

Doesn't matter as long as you play the !@^%
(stop playing the !@^%)


Just like a dance with the devil
your neck smells like betrayal.


This calls for a toast to all the singles in despair.

Lean over, pull some pretentious pick up lines,

it's useless to even try.
Can't say why i'm not feeling it,
but i'm leaving you with no conclusion

and it feels so right. HA! Here we go.