take you out tonight

Bleachers

High as a kite on your purple haze
I want the morning to last forever
I don t want nobody else
I m free, I m free, I m free
Make the records I wanna make
Fuck off and tell em anything
Have one conversation with my people
Just wanna tell you where I ve been
Fuck the world, fuck the gallery
Fuck anyone who hasn t been here
You re welcome in
But fuck anyone who hasn t been here

God, I love it inside
To hold you in that safe light
But looking in your eyes
I can feel all the edges tonight
Cause it s brutal to be baptized
In cold stares and harsh lights
But I gotta take you out
and show you off tonight

Hey, hey

I m made of one-way tickets and I m not selling em cheap
So let em write shit about us that they didn t even see
Oh, let em think that they understand
our bits when they don t
I just want one conversation with my people and my home
I just want one conversation with my people and my past
I m taking this so far now
I gotta keep cool, make it last

But, damn, I m on the edge tonight
Praying for a real life
Well, look me in the eyes
and ask me again if I can fight
Cause it s brutal to be uptight
In the face of such a beautiful life
Well, I gotta take you out
and show you off tonight

Hey, hey, I feel a way
Hey, hey, I feel a way

Cause I went down to see the man
and the man asked me for a picture
I asked a friend how he was doing
he showed me his monthly listeners
Oh, don t get cheap, don t get caught
don t get lost in all these kisses
I just want you all night
don t wanna get lost in these kisses
Oh, take the money and run, just be honest about your faith
Don t make the kids pay for your loan
and what you think you re made of, babe
I m made of east coast music
I m made of ghosts from the past
And I ve been gone since I was fifteen
daring my soul to crash

But it s cool, keep it inside
Gonna love her in that easy light
(She don t need to hear this shit right now anyway)
Yeah, it s brutal to be baptized
In cold stares and harsh lights
But I gotta take you out
and show you off tonight

Hey, hey, I feel a way
Woo
Yeah

I could try to leave my house
I d end up right back on my stoop
I could try to leave this hell
I d fucking die on this hill
I could try to leave the road
I d end up right back in the van
I could try to take your hand
you know I ll never take your hand
I gotta face everything that I ever believed, oh

Hey, hey, I feel a way
Hey, hey, I feel a way
Well, hey, I feel a way
So come on, Bleachers, take it
Pump it up
One, two, three, four
Oh, good take