forget the loudest love songs we sang under your attic they always felt too quiet we should scream until the police shriek hold it down we ll tell them yeah alright then bang the amplifiers we re not violent we re just some dumb kids getting wasted and knowing we re alive there is anger but it is just it is power the kids are still alright we re just too high to fight and it s brave to be polite and to wear fake leather so i carved your name in mine and i thought all about how we stumble around until gravity sleeps and you slip and fall into me