Yeah we're out
Hanging around
Up till it's really that late
Stick around
Never this town
Talking 'bout things that we hate
Wide awake
Every mistake
With our heads up, hands down
Yeah we aim
High above fame
With a worn-down half-crown
Bomber jacket, jeans, sneakers and a pack of cigarettes
Armed only with our wits, few dollars in our pockets
We're vomit prophets singing
We don't care what we don't know
While drinking gin and tonic
Till we're sober we won't go
We're dancing at our own tears
Learning to fall on our own
While were hiding our own fears
Tryin'a figure out life with our phones
We're great but we still don't know it yet
Can't sleep too early late to go to bed
Dead famous but only on the internet
Yeah this is who we are
We're young and hungry poets 8x
Lala-lalala-lala ri lala li lala 4x
STANZA #2:
Turnaround
Call Em all out
Hate everything that is fake
Shut it out
Shout it out loud
Look but you never should taste
Got dreams from the back our necks
That's creepin like a fever
Everything that made no sense
We make sense coz we're dreamers
We're great but we still don't know it yet
Can't sleep too early late to go to bed
Dead famous but only on the internet
Yeah this is who we are
We're young and hungry poets 8x
Lala-lalala-lala ri lala li lala 4x

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