fading fast into a night of casket sweat and possible harm
we're arm in arm near the vegas airport up an olive tree
speaking of things we'd never say sober but only dream
you're the one i think was made for me
from here on out you'll always be my pitseleh

so what if its some crappy pop punk song?
i'd write for you the only folk rock version
just to see your fiery eyes ignite
cuz im hoping they'll burn out the leftover crack of my insides

whether we're at some dirt punk show or broken down strip club
somewhere stumbled far from the strip arm and arm we dance to trip
rolling in the dust we laugh off the scars n scabs

this town's shit without you pitse
you're the parts that i adore
of these urine soaked walls
and bloodied falls
you're the only part of this town i love