We Buy Used Guns ft. samsdiary Lyrics

"We buy used guns," the sign reads like a cosmic one

You find me in the warehouse losing my mind

Too soon, poor taste

You send help on the coldest day

I can't leave 'cause reporters are waiting outside

But wait, what is the problem?

You know it's real 'cause it made the news

It looks like your brain's about to split in two

But wait, what?

There's no problem, you don't know how to just be you

By now you should know what to do

I'd get a move on if I were you

I need that "all night long"

That nothing-goes-wrong

That catchy-ass-song-in-your-head

I need that cheesy shit, that perfect fit

I need that classic hit 'til we're dead

Wait, what is the problem?

There's nothing left to hide behind

The whole discotheque can read your mind

But wait, there is no problem

You just gotta be honest with yourself

And these folks will look you in the eye

I need that "all night long"

That nothing-goes-wrong

That catchy-ass-song-in-your-head

I need that cheesy shit, that perfect fit

I need that classic hit 'til we're dead

I get really confused by ridiculous shit

I've got a pretty short fuse, and I'm throwing a fit

I'm gonna break down and lose, but I'm making a hit 'til i rot

But I don't feel dead set on being a star

And my fear of death is state-of-the-art

I can't stand myself when I'm trying too hard to be someone that I'm not

I've been trying hard to get myself just out of bed

Think that I might end up dead

I'll tell you something that you might not wanna hear again

And you could look me in the eyes

See nothing behind the line

We buy used guns

We buy used guns

And all we do is try to use them

Everywhere, you're never scared, it's alright

Tell me where you want me and I'll be right there

('Cause all I need, all I need)

I need that "all night long"

That nothing-goes-wrong

That catchy-ass-song-in-your-head

I need that cheesy shit, that perfect bit

I need that classic hit 'til we're dead