the beat gets loud as the lights start fadingnnfrustration seems so hard to blamennsimple-minded, small-minded, what's the difference anyways?nnlike its my fault this all seems so set in stonennand its your fault that we're both drunk alonennactive minds enduring every idle daynnyou wake up happy only if you want it that waynnnnnnits autumn and 80 degreesnnthis good mood's right in front of mennlike a couple of beers in good companynnbut your vacancy ignites mennyou choose peril to just feel justifiednnits inconspicuous in your unashamed eyesnnand in these pensive bathroom moments, you turn it up and thinknn'i could die tonight if he'd just talk to me'nnnnnnif you found someone out on the roadnnyou'd take it as a confident signnnand if i found someone down in florida nnit wouldn't be the first timennits like when romance became so tangiblennor when cynicism became so lovablennwe depend upon these memories of contentnnand we'll lose this love without our own consentnnnnnnthe beat gets loud as the lights start fadingnnand all i see are brown eyes through petty faces