The Last Catholic in America Lyrics

Back in high school, we both ran out of luck. I dropped out and you gave up on ever trying to feel anything. And I don't know if I've ever told you this before, but you look perfect in this light. The pale grim night brings out your eyes. I hope you know.

Had a dream of paradise found. You fell from grace but hit the ground soft and sweet. You showed those fuckers you don't need what they're selling.

And I don't know if I've ever told you this before, but you look gorgeous in this light. The fire and flames bring out your eyes.

Those track marks on your arm, they don't mean a thing. You're still as beautiful to me as when you were seventeen.

Just a midwest nothing from a small suburban town. You walk old streets for your first love's face but they never come around. And it's nothing new.

We've both grown used to the world not looking us in the eye and when we die they won't miss us and we won't miss them.

They might call this giving up. I think we've only just begun to see what's real.