Tried to write a romantic pop song. Somehow it accidentally turned into trashy punk with fucked-up squat chords again. If the cops show up: Just offer them a beer. ㅤ Tuesday night, the rain keeps falling, everything is grey, I’m sitting on the train platform, beer weighing on my gut today. The conductor’s yelling, the whole damn world’s gone mad, But I’m thinking about you — been doing that for about an hour now. I spilled my beer, my jacket reeks of smoke, You give me that smile and suddenly I get the joke: The world is fucked, full of hatred, dirt and pain, But when you’re here with me, it all just fades away. ㅤ You’re the beautiful mess I don’t mind cleaning up, The best damn accident on the way back home! When the club burns down and the whole system collapses, I don’t give a shit, as long as nothing happens to you. 1, 2, 3, 4 — I’m staying by your side! ㅤ All my friends keep saying I’ve gone way too soft, No more rage inside my gut, just cuddling in the morning. I tell them, “Shut up back there, you don’t know a damn thing!” This is anarchy with a heart — and absolutely no plan. You share your fries, you share your bass, You’re the only person who still doesn’t get on my nerves. We drink cheap sparkling wine from a mustard jar up on the roof, And wake up half the neighborhood with the speakers turned loose. ㅤ You’re the beautiful mess I don’t mind cleaning up, The best damn accident on the way back home! When the club burns down and the whole system collapses, I don’t give a shit, as long as nothing happens to you. 1, 2, 3, 4 — I’m staying by your side! ㅤ “Wait… does that mean I’m supposed to clean up the mess… or fuck it?” ㅤ “Why not both?” ㅤ No roses, no gold, no violins playing, Just one distorted chord screaming through the speakers. The cops come knocking, the neighbors lose their minds, We offer them a beer — and wish them a safe ride home! ㅤ Fuck romance the way they show it on TV! We’ll just stand here together in the chaos! 1, 2, 3, 4 — Forever by your side! more