Bad kids

We're all bad kids, man. All my friends are bad kids. Nice to be around other bad kids, sipping olive liqour and dancing with strangers, getting so drunk we think this one look is so devastating we'll never walk again, you can't say no. I can't say no. Go through it, add some paint strokes to this experience muddle it more with some mustard yellow, baby even if you wanted to, even if you could, you can't say no. Been waiting my whole life to run into someone like you, head first, honest sentences I will forget about the next morning and another one goes by like usual. I've been waiting my whole life for color, you pastel swoop, add yourself to the skyline right above the horizon I scribbled too hard with black ink and I'll think about you sometime when that song comes on all lazy and thick.