Played the backroom Sticky floors, Ten friends Amp buzzing, thought that was the end Then one song heard Recorded on a cheap cell phone Hit a million likes While still living at home Now we’re on everyones screen Is this real or just a dream While this rocket has fuel to burn This bottle of lightning could crack So for our fifteen precious minutes We'll go on the attack This could be our last show This could be all she wrote But we will bleed for every single note. Best friends now front row At a sold-out show Seeing the merch line Shirts with our logo It makes your head spin howe quickly we got here knowing full well tomorrow it may disappear Seeing strangers sing along to the thoughts we turned into a song While this rocket has fuel to burn This bottle of lightning could crack So for our fifteen precious minutes We'll go on the attack This could be our last show This could be all she wrote But we will bleed for every single note. If it all falls back to zero I’ll still call this moment gold ’Cause tonight we feel like heroes With our names in lights so bold While this rocket has fuel to burn This bottle of lightning could crack So for our fifteen precious minutes We'll go on the attack This could be our last show This could be all she wrote But we will bleed for every single note.
