FYTP 1! No more claptrap now, please
Looks shitty, but let's stay relaxed
That's how it's always been. Everyone so hunky-dory
Us so nonchalantly smoking in the teacher's washroom
You say what I think and think what I say
Which only leaves the question of how long I can bear it
Without you... my guess is two three days
And then we're holding each other tight
For the very last time
We'll stop time, time, it can go and fuck itself
And then we're holding each other tight
Everything else doesn't matter shit
One very last time
Now come on, there are worse things in life
Like listening to David Guetta, or a torn muscle
We pissed ourselves riding naked on a skateboard
With only socks on, each wearing just a single one.
Really, what a bitching time, you know what I mean
Which only leaves the question of how long I can bear it
Without you, my guess is two three days
CHORUS
One very last time
To be on the ball the longest, laugh the loudest,
One very last time
To chill the hardest, beat the high scores
One very last time
To chat up the chicks, and get the brush-off
At the contest of the worst pick-up lines
For the very last time.
1. fuck you too, pal