[Verse 1]
you pray for peace —
i moan for war
your god says stop —
i scream more.

you want a kiss.
i want a riot.
wanna apocalypse?
don’t stay quiet.

come on —
say it loud,
say it with your chest,
before i spiral
into panic
Like I do best

handcuffs in heaven,
spit on my face —
it's just foreplay,
and i like the taste.

The red light in your eyes
isn't salvation --
It's just the police

[Chorus]
we don’t kiss — we bruise.
latex, leather — nothing to lose.
punk’s dead, it’s just aesthetic.
roses in coffins — but we still slept in it.

swore it meant something,
swore it meant something
(but we were just fighting)
The weight of our boredom

[Verse 2]
your dad’s a fascist,
your mom’s on meds.
and you’re still sexting
the walking dead.

you post your rage
like a trendy disease —
and beg for touch
down on your knees.

but i’m so bored
it actually hurts.
you call it pain —
i call it sport.

you beg for mercy —
i kiss your throat.
say i’m not cruel
as you start to choke.


[Chorus]
we don’t kiss — we bruise.
latex, leather — nothing to lose.
punk’s dead, it’s just aesthetic.
roses in coffins — but we still slept in it.

swore it meant something,
swore it meant something
(but we were just fighting)
The weight of our boredom


[verse 3]
killed the movement
just to wear the jacket
punk’s not a genre
it’s a threat
until it’s middle-aged
then it’s your parents
playing the clash
On the cul-de-sac

this isn’t protest —
it’s foreplay
this isn’t punk —
it’s a kink
riot in my mouth —
let me lick the pink

call me a poser —
I look good in leather
dead on the inside,
but we're dying together


[Chorus]
we don’t kiss — we bruise.
latex, leather — nothing to lose.
punk’s dead, it’s just aesthetic.
roses in coffins — but we still slept in it.

swore it meant something,
swore it meant something
(but we were just fighting)
The weight of our boredom

[outro]
maybe i’m just a bad person
with a good playlist
and bad intentions

maybe i’m just a bad person
with a good playlist
and bad intentions