Chapped Lips Lyrics

Do you ever wish for blind stares?
I swear i saw you with the cool kids
Being a gentleman

I'd sell truth
But i spent all night in my room
What did you expect?
They quickly crippled you

That sounds familiar kid
Chapped lips and cracked ribs
A bottled view of the coast
With my friends

I swear i saw her in the back seat
Looking real sweet
Trying to play innocent
But i know just what you do

Chapped lips all night
On the fourth of july
But I'm without a sweater
To get me through this weather

I woke up in my van
Clueless to what just happened
And now I'm slightly bruised
They say I'm just bad news

The night confines cracked ribs
Compliments of my friends
The new years lied on the clock
Cause nothing seems resolved

I woke up in my car
Not knowing of what to call her
Scaling loose clothing for truth
I guess I'm just bad news

A pale series of events
Led to belligerence
And now i'm scarred for my life
Cause young guns never die

We searched for safety in squares
And found our wide eyed flare
Inside a record player
And counter marched our makers

I wanna float through the sky
And feel my eyelids strive
To stay calm
When they see that purpose passed me by

We prayed at such a frequency
That heaven said wait and see
If you still believe in the morning

Chapped lips all night
On the fourth of july
But I'm without a sweater
To get me through this weather

I woke up in my van
Clueless to what just happened
And now I'm slightly bruised
They say I'm just bad news

The night confines cracked ribs
Compliments of my friends
The new years lied on the clock
Cause nothing seems resolved

I woke up in my car
Not knowing of what to call her
Scaling loose clothing for truth
I guess I'm just bad news


and when you see me standing
over the city you'll know
that the snow no longer has an effect

and if colorful lies
are really your best bet
maybe all the stars were really meant to connect

and when you hear that i've been
trying to keep quiet for weeks
maybe you'll realize it's for you i keep

my arms around something
completely out of my reach
just out of my reach

Chapped lips all night
On the fourth of july
But I'm without a sweater
To get me through this weather

I woke up in my van
Clueless to what just happened
And now I'm slightly bruised
They say I'm just bad news

The night confines cracked ribs
Compliments of my friends
The new years lied on the clock
Cause nothing seems resolved

I woke up in my car
Not knowing of what to call her
Scaling loose clothing for truth
I guess I'm just bad news