Pretty boys with pretty little smiles
Pretty girls with pretty cool styles
Pretty kids with pretty blurred lines
Between what's wrong and what's right
Between who is on their side
Teenagers are pretty bad kids
Most of us will probably be killed
I wouldn't be surprised if I'm one
At the other end of a gun
We will stand and we will run

Your breath tastes like cinnamon
The air is getting pretty thin
I think we need to kiss again

Muffled voices in my head
The world is falling to its end
But aesthetics keep us safe
We will fall and be replaced
But our legacy will stay
Living out of cars we used to own
Now we set them up to be our homes
Making music with our old guitars
Making beats with our space bars
Making songs about our scars

Your breath tastes like cinnamon
The air is getting pretty thin
I think we need to kiss again
I'm never giving up on you
No matter what you say or do
I know we're dying but we'll pull through

Beauty queen, eh
Internal drama scream, babe
You really bother me but
You're still on top of me, huh
Lipstick on jewelry things
She thinks she's cooler than me
I think she's cooler than me

Yeah I know
Yeah I know
Yeah I know
I know

Your breath tastes like cinnamon
The air is getting pretty thin
I think we need to kiss again
I'm never giving up on you
No matter what you say or do
I know we're dying but we'll pull through