19 And Broken

Days fly by and the beer chases the nights
Just like I chase the lights
Of the old city

We're like mice
Feeding on the flesh of mites
Yeah we're young and a little bit crazy

But who can say that everything's alright
When you lay down your head at night

The world looks us over one by one
But we've already won
The last game

It's a dangerous mix
Of being young and over sexed
And nothing comes out quite so easily

Because we're all looking at the sky hoping
That we won't always be 19 and broken.