The Liquor Your Older Friends Bought Songtext
von Into It. Over It.

If I had to make a wager
On whether I could count your age on my fingers twice over,
I would bet all the money in my pocket
(All the money that you′ve given me)
Left over from the liquor your older friends bought.
Teenagers throwing up in the parking lot.

Well, what are we doing here
If you don't want to watch and I don′t want to stare?
And if you think I'm finished talking shit,
Well I'm sorry, but this is just the start of it.
So hold onto your swords, and fall;
My best advice for you is to re-adjust your motives.


Well, this is just like a part that you′d write
Only ten times better and without the effort.
I know you′re just trying to be nice
But you should
Hold your
Breath tonight.

Well, what are we doing here
If you don't want to watch and I don′t want to stare?
And if you think I'm finished talking shit,
Well I′m sorry, but this is just the start of it.
So hold onto your swords, and fall;
My best advice for you is to re-adjust your motives.

What am I doing here?
A repeat image of flashing lights
-- the total irony of getting pulled over.
Going about the same as the rest of the night.
Someone tell the DJ to turn the volume up on the fight.

What a relief I'm not in high school anymore.
The second this ends,
I′m going home.
The second, this ends.