Buffy Bois

Make way 'til the thrills are gone

And not long 'til the morning comes, well

Don't wake me up, I'm swallowed inside

Build walls with the fears you've sealed and

Fall asleep over beers you've spilled

You've stained your shirt and it shows this time

Hang on, hang on, hang on cause we're almost through it

And we've brushed it off, brushed it off, brushed it off

You can't brush through it

And we talked it out, worked it off

Emphasized, we're tired as hell