Sweat on the Ceiling

Cheap boots, ripped black denim

X on my hand, fake ID

Phone dead, still in the queue line

You look bored, then you look at me

Glitter stuck to your jawline

Laugh loud, spill that drink

You say, “This place feels broken”

I say, “Good, so do we”

We don’t go home, we go higher

Sweat on the ceiling, floor on fire

Jump ‘til the bad thoughts fall off our backs (hey!)

Hands in the air like we’re under attack

Turn all the wrongs into strobe light

Kiss me like chaos in plain sight

If this is a mess, then I’m alright

Moddy little heartbreak, dance party nights

Bar smoke, taste that trouble

Tongue ring, cherry and lime

You steal my hat in the bathroom

Draw a heart over my crime

Your friends yell, “We’re leaving!”

You shrug, “They always do”

Bass hits, crowd starts screaming

You just scream, “I pick you” (ooh)

We don’t go home, we go higher

Sweat on the ceiling, floor on fire

Jump ‘til the bad thoughts fall off our backs (hey!)

Hands in the air like we’re under attack

Turn all the wrongs into strobe light

Kiss me like chaos in plain sight

If this is a mess, then I’m alright

Moddy little heartbreak, dance party nights