Oh what a Saturday night Wide-eyed we sit on newport beach curbs Waiting for texts of discouraging words Damn bitch shined all my calls So you can what if both your life and exist Or i can pop in my new scrubs dvd And we can laugh out loud, squirt milk through our noses And watch every episode of season three. And salvation lies in stereotypes There's something about the poor look in your eye It's telling me that I am the bad guy Well I've never felt exhaustion so much as right now And i've always loved the cold air on my bike at midnight So much that, I might possibly come over tonight And we'll lie to our parents for the rest of our lives Tell em we've never smoked and that we'll never get tattoos Baby justify my life I'm only counting on the next few seconds I'm not expecting too much to happen Tell me a story of a guy just like me Tell me he thinks with and appetite so small And tell me he'll be alright, after it all.