We both have been gutted

The switchblades in our back

We can save ourselves together

Never look back

I got my arms around you for the whole night

Let go of your controlling fear of things not going right

Ideals ideals

I’ll never let you leave my sight

We both had skewered hearts

Let’s repair them, make them whole, make them shine

We are bruised and battered

Holding out a cup, waiting for you to poor the moonshine

Ideals ideals

I’ll never move a muscle

Things are continuously being shuffled