Dethroned

Its like you said it was

On the eve of summer nights

Broken glasses on

Backseat of a '99

Let's pollute our lungs

Let the fire in us burn

When our luck runs out

I'll be here waiting my turn

We were kings in our own world

Now we stand here dethroned

Sharp as knives that cut so deep

This is how it has to be

Beer stained basement floors

Shackled truths behind closed doors

Orange fluorescent glows

Streetlights and punk rock shows

Voice from a telephone

I'm shitfaced, "Attack of the Clones"

Miss the sting of home

Nostalgic feelings I can't let go

We were kings in our own world

Now we stand here dethroned

Sharp as knives that cut so deep

This is how it has to be

We were kings in our own world

Now we stand here dethroned

Sharp as knives that cut so deep

This is how it has to be

We were kings in our own world

Now we stand here dethroned

Sharp as knives that cut so deep

This is how it has to be