Throttle wide on the midnight strip, Blacktop blur and a tight white grip. Gas in my gut and a shot on deck, Lipstick smear on your guitar neck. Two bikes loud and the street runs thin, Sharp turn hit and we dive right in. Pill on tongue with a wicked laugh, “Fuck it,” you say, “let’s cut this path.” You pull me close at the barroom door, Say, “One more hit, then we chase some more.” Shotglass seraph, ride me through, Strobe-lit sins in a neon hue. No confession, no regret, We’re not finished with this night just yet. Shotglass seraph, lost on cue, Every bad choice still feels brand-new. Backroom smoke and the floor runs slick, Lines on the mirror and you choose quick. Hands on waist with a crooked smile, You say, “Stay close, stay awhile.” Bottle in hand and your eyes locked shut, Laugh so hard that we both get cut. Street outside like a hunting ground, Kick-start hit and we flee that town. You taste like shots and a blackout dare, Say, “Ride or die, if you really care.” NO SAINTS HERE, JUST GAS AND LIES! BURN THIS LINE WITH YOUR FUCKED-UP EYES! NO SAFE WORD, NO TURNING BACK! WE STRIKE FIRST and we don't hold back If this ride ends on the highway side, Would you still say it was worth the ride? If this glass shatters in my hand, Would you still stand where the worst ones stand? Shotglass seraph, ride me through, Strobe-lit shines in a neon hue. No confession, no regret, We’re not finished with this night just yet. Shotglass seraph, lost on cue, Every bad choice still feels brand-new. [Tag] You raise that drink, I twist that key— If this goes down, you go down with me. Streetlights fade in the rear-view glow, We don’t stop—there’s still miles to go.
