Filthy Luck [Quiet Slang]

I'm a slave to always fucking up It's not okay, but maybe it's enough Kids like us are weird, and more, we're brave We tie our tongues and turn them into rage But the night's still young And we're dumb enough to fall in love Carve your name soft across my lungs I want to breathe you until I'm numb We're not loved, hardly, anyway With filthy luck in such a filthy haze But the night's still young And we're dumb enough to fall in love Turn the amps up to nine I don't want it too loud I gave you taste and a spine Now I hope you drown Is there a lie in the lights or the shine of this town? This guitar wants to die