So cash in all your chips tonight, baby. 'Cause we're going out of style.
We could leave this city, If only for a while.

We'll take this feeling to our graves
For every heart we betrayed
No-one can know about this

We'll take this feeling to our graves
For every heart we betrayed
No-one can know about this

The only place I'll call home, is my deathbead.

I know we're so wrong, but it feels so right
It's not a party if it happens every night
I'm running on empty, you're running out of luck
So let's ditch this city, before we sober up