This blood that's in our veins itncarries all of these mistakes that we've ever made.nWhen we're not thinking straight.nnI don't remember every namenbut it seems like every face is back at this place.nThe same place they've tried to escape.nnTonight's a party for the misfits doing timenNot giving up, not getting bynSticking it out through the hardest timesnnTonight's a party for the misfits doing timenJust standing in this crowded roomnstill makes me feel alivennThe thought that's in our brainsnwere razor short but all the years made them fade or wrote them a different way.nnIt's the years of sleeping late andn rinking every day and it's the same thing we blamednthe same things we tried to escape.nnTonight's a party for the misfits doing timenNot giving up, not getting bynSticking it out through the hardest timesnnTonight's a party for the misfits doing timenJust standing in this crowded roomnstill makes me feel alivennThis smokey crowded and cloudy roomnflashes me back to my misspent youthnSo when I walk home drunk and I wake up bruisednI'd like to thank each of you.nnI'd like to thank each of you.