You always jump and quiver   When you're coming in to land   With no runway, no guidance   No nails dug into my hand      We could ask whoever we want   We could go back to school   And see the dead laugh again   Let's get dressed up and pull      The only benefit of drinking   The downside of what we take   Some weekends I feel   Like I could always be awake      A party in a stranger's house   Have we ever met the host?   Just smile and keep talking   And get your can for a toast      We won't always be safe here   But this is where we reign   Pull it tight to protect us   We might never sleep again      {Message recieved today at three twenty six a.m.   Tell you what, this is a fuckin' a smooth day   Being ripped apart by a hundred and eight   Fuckin' bullshit   This is the worst fuckin' hangover I've experienced in my entire life   I wish I was dead and that fuckin' see this by}