Knights

It doesn't make a difference how you spin it You're still spinning round for free With all your brilliance and good decisions You still end up crying to sleep by the TV To the floor, to the kitchen Waking up in a new position and you see me Will you stop? Will you listen? Don't call me unforgiving It doesn't make a difference if you start kissing me No, it doesn't make a difference if you stop kissing me You might as well kill me You might as well kill me You might as well kill me You might as well empty me into the street To the lights and the city scene To the nights and the fever dreams To the cries in the taxi (it'll be alright) To your friends and the good guys To the nines and the alibis To the drinks and the free rides To the lies and the party drugs Face down in the kitchen rug Wondering how to cut of my tongue To the nights we were too young Too dumb, too in love to push the no out of our lungs So here's to the knights and here's to the dreamers Here's to the chivalry dying and the non-believers To the gold age of pimping the weakest You get a gold star if you know how to be decent And here's to the girl I was before I met you Not a notch or a flame or a goddamn virtue To the knights and the arms they didn't mean no harm 'Til they did 'Til they did So they did And they did