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 unforgiven

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, might as well kill me

You might as well kill me, might as well empty me into the street

To the lights in the citizen

To the nights in 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 off my tongue

To the nights when we're 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

Till they did, till they did, so they did, and they did