Keep up, keep up, keep up That's all I want, keep up Keep up with me, keep up If we were kids I'd want to give you everything that you would want Those other boys They gave you toys, but all they wanna do is I guess I'm fucking now

When you were young He doesn't look a thing like Jesus You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to You play forgiveness Watch it now, here he comes But he talks like a gentlemen Like you imagined when you were young To save your from

Til I remember lending softer ears to my lungs And maybe if I hold you now, would you hold me now? Sometimes it ends too soon We're getting older too Night falls We're covered over now We're getting older And I don't want to sleep

Treat her better, boy If having her at your side's something you enjoy If having her in your life’s really so important to you now Oh no, you’ve done it again No use when you already know how it ends Hey man, heard you were your brother’s keeper That

Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh Let's be alone together But do you got room for one more troubled soul And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end We could stay young forever Scream it from the top

Oh no, oh no Show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be Oh no, oh no no no And throw away the key, boys The Joneses, they're not like you or me Lock 'em up, tight 'Cause if they had the chance they might Throw away the key, boys So

Here we go now Pour the shots out Everyone is getting hammered And the tabs on me We're going hard cause we run this shit So stay the fuck at home if you party like a bitch Take another and drink it all down We can have ten more We keep it rowdy as fuck

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this

I've never been so torn up in all of my life, I should of seen this coming. I've never felt so hopeless, Than I do tonight. A boy of anguish now, he's a man of soul, Traded in his misery for the lonely life of the road. The years were cruel to him no He

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen And I believe This may call for a proper introduction, and well