Long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I wanna be saved, my song has not been sung. So long live us.

Looking out at a town called Surburbia, everybody’s just fighting to fit in little rats, running mazes, having babies it’s a vicious little world, that we live in. Looking back at a life on the other side, I realise that I didn’t fit in, didn’t hate it but I didn’t quite relate it to my precious little world.

So long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I wanna be saved, my song has not been sung. And long live the fast times, so come what may, I don’t think I’ll ever be saved, our song has not been sung. Long live us.

Breaking out of a town called Surburbia, I remember everybody always saying, “little brat must be crazy, never make it, in our vicious little world,” - still, I’m leaving. Got a van, got a chance, got my dignity, got a dream, got a spark, got somewhere to be take a breath, say goodbye to their precious little world.

So long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I wanna be saved, my song has not been sung. And long live the fast times, so come what may, I don’t think I’ll ever be saved, our song has not been sung. Long live us, long live us.

Long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I wanna be saved, my song has not been sung. Long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I wanna be saved, my song has not been sung.

And long live the fast times, so come what may, I don’t think I’ll ever be saved, I know our song has not been sung. Long live us, long live us.

(Source: theadventuresoflauradeth)