Tyrants (Catfish And The Bottlemen)

Eyes rolled back guess we were living fast Where did you go, yeah where did you go? Your eyes go to show, that it was so rare to see you sober And so the streetlights would carry us home I spent my nights trying to get a grip of you And I did my best to get my hands up your jacket So we could make a racket But your divine ribs would help break mine We hit the ground yeah let's hit the ground Nothing's alright, get leavin' I won't feel the same in the mornin' Nothing's alright, we're leavin And I won't feel the same in the mornin' And I know that I've done wrong And I know I should've come home to you And I know that I've done wrong And I know I should've come home to you Tyrants help build us They won't mind throwin us away X4