It doesn't make a difference how you spin it
You're still spinning 'round for free
With all your brilliance and good decisions
You still end up crying to sleep
By the TV, to the floor, to the kitchen
Waking up in a new position
And you see me, will you stop? Will you listen?
Don't call me unforgiven
It doesn't make a difference if you start kissing me
No, it doesn't make a difference if you stop kissing me
You might as well kill me, might as well kill me
You might as well kill me, might as well empty me into the street
To the lights in the citizen
To the nights in the fever dreams
To the cries in the taxi, it'll be alright
To your friends and the good guys
To the nines and the alibis
To the drinks and the free rides
To the lies and the party drugs
Face down in the kitchen rug
Wondering how to cut off my tongue
To the nights when we're too young
Too dumb, too in love
To push the no out of our lungs
So here's to the knights
And here's to the dreamers
Here's to the chivalry dying and the nonbelievers
To the gold age of pimping the weakest
You get a gold star if you know how to be decent
And here's to the girl I was before I met you
Not a notch, or a flame, or a goddamn virtue
To the knights and the arms
They didn't mean no harm, till they did
Till they did, so they did, and they did
