Fireplug - Banquets

Last chance at dying young

Last love, I was never enough

Stand cold, and cast your stones

Drink, dry lip, lighting up

Stargazers, I don’t give a fuck

It’s all on hold from here

What comes easy to me is shit

Open your doors, just let me in

Fuck it, I’ll sleep on the floor, in the cold

A place doesn’t make you who you are

Fuck fate.

Bring your own drinks back to the bar

The whole world is waiting

Let the wounds start to mend

Let them heal, let it begin

And let love follow for where you’ve been

Let it be what it needs to be

Dress nice for the casualties

Let love look for you where you’ll be

The world’s still waiting

You’re young, then you’re old, then you die