| It’s a fix |
| It’s a light |
| Drunken love |
| For the night |
| Love me more every sip you take |
| Just a week |
| Not enough |
| To feel hurt |
| By the loss |
| Oh the plans that we’ll never make |
| I’m scaling skin |
| I’m scaling walls |
| Running to win |
| But built to fall |
| And porcelain is just my color |
| I feel the electricity from your head to your hands |
| And I would keep it coming like blitz |
| Young love is what I make of it but you’ve got other plans |
| And I won’t trade you kisses for fists |
| Build it up |
| Just to break |
| It’s on you |
| Your mistake |
| Maybe it’s time to dull the blade |
| I’m scaling skin |
| I’m scaling walls |
| Running to win |
| But built to fall |
| And porcelain is just my color |
| I feel the electricity from your head to your hands |
| And I would keep it coming like blitz |
| Young love is what I make of it but you’ve got other plans |
| And I won’t trade you kisses for fists |
| I’m shooting straight you shoot it down |
| Possible bliss gone to waste |
| I gave up on love in this town |
| But now I just got a taste |
| I feel the electricity from your head to your hands |
| And I would keep it coming like blitz |
| Young love is what I make of it but you’ve got other plans |
| And I won’t trade you kisses for fists |
| I feel the electricity from your head to your hands |
| And I would keep it coming like blitz |
| Young love is what I make of it but you’ve got other plans |
| And I won’t trade you kisses for fists |
| It’s a fix |
| It’s a light |
| Drunken love |
| For the night |