It doesn't make a difference how you spin it
You're still spinning round for free
With all your brilliance and good decisions
You still end up crying to sleep
By the TV, to the floor, to the kitchen
Waking up in a new position
And you see me, will you stop, will you listen
Don't call me
Don't call me
Unforgiven
It doesn't make a difference if you start kissing me
No, it doesn't make a difference if you stop kissing me
You might as well kill me
You might as well kill me
You might as well kill me
You might as well kill me
You might as well kill me

As well empty me into the street
To the lights in the city scene
To the nights in the fever dreams
To the cries in the taxi
It'll be alright
To your friends and the good guys
To the nines and the alibis
To the drinks and the free rides
To the lies and the party drugs
First down in the kitchen
You're wondering how to cut off my tongue
To the nights we were too young, too dumb, too in love
To push them all out of our lives
So here's to the nights
And here's to the dreamers
Here's to the *
Chivalry, diamond, and non-believers
To the gold age
In the weakest
You get a gold star
If you know how to be decent
And here's to the girl that was before I met you
Not a notch or a flame
Or a goddamn virtue
To the nights, the arms
They did me no harm
Till I die
Till I die
Till I die
Till I die
Hey
Hey, ya
Ooh