Punks - Vincent Achram, Nevve

We were young, we were punks forever

Yeah we thought we were fuckin' clever

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh

You know

Apathy like a suit of armor

Blow a kiss to the tragic glamour

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohh

You know

Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)

Tapin' our hands to the forties (oh, yeah)

Everybody gettin' faded

Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)

Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi (ayy)

Prayin' the bar doesn’t card me (ayy)

Everybody feeling weightless

Get your feet back off the ground

Ooh

Ooh

Little cracks underneath the pressure

Cigarettes burnin' out together

You know

On the edge but we all knew better

Cause in the end nothin' really matters

No

Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)

Tapin' our hands to the forties (ooh)

Everybody gettin' faded

Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)

Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi (ayy)

Prayin' the bar doesn’t card me (ayy)

Everybody feeling weightless

Get your feet back off the ground

Ooh (ayy)

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh

Oh, oh

In the day, yeah

Punks

Sneakin' around to the parties (parties)

Tapin' our hands to the forties (oh, yeah)

Everybody gettin' faded

Gettin' faded, celebrated (oh, oh, oh)

Mixin' the Jack with Bacardi

Prayin' the bar doesn’t card me

Everybody feeling weightless

Get your feet back off the ground

Ooh

You and me, you and me, you and me, you and me

Yeah, we used to be punks

'Cause back in the day

You and me, you and me, you and me, you and me

Yeah, we used to be punks, punks

Ooh

Ooh