Spin Cycle Rebels

[Intro]
[Verse]
Chipped black paint on my thumb
Thinking 'bout what I've become
Tuxedo rentals and cheap perfume
Glad I’m not in that room
He bailed out at seven-ten
Never seeing his face again
I threw my corsage in the trash
Looking for a clean break-away crash
[Pre-Chorus]
You showed up in your beat-up van
Better than any stupid man
Now we’re sitting on the floor
Behind this glass laundry door
The fluorescent hum feels so right
Killing time on a Friday night
[Chorus]
Whoa-oh, let the colors bleed
Everything that we really need
Tumble dry our heavy hearts
Tearing all the scripts apart
Neon lights and stolen sweets
Screaming through these empty streets
Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones
Brighter than the morning suns
[Post-Chorus]
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Nowhere else we’d rather go
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Watching all the quarters flow
[Verse]
Sour worms from the corner store
Candy wrappers on the floor
The dryer’s humming a punk-rock beat
Feeling the suburban heat
They’re dancing to a boring song
We’re right where we belong
Small town labels never fit
I’m so over all of it
[Pre-Chorus]
You pulled out the Sharpie pen
Drawing stars on my wrist again
Forget the crown and forget the king
We don't need a single thing
The fluorescent hum feels so right
Killing time on a Friday night
[Chorus]
Whoa-oh, let the colors bleed
Everything that we really need
Tumble dry our heavy hearts
Tearing all the scripts apart
Neon lights and stolen sweets
Screaming through these empty streets
Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones
Brighter than the morning suns
[Bridge]
He’s probably at the after-party
Acting like some plastic smarty
Let him have his hollow night
Underneath the gym-hall light
We’ve got a pocket full of change
Staying weird and staying strange
I’d rather be here with you
Than doing what they want us to
[Breakdown]
The spin cycle finally slows
That’s just how the story goes
Two misfits in a neon haze
Lost inside these better days
Just you and me
Finally free
[Chorus]
Whoa-oh, let the colors bleed
Everything that we really need
Tumble dry our heavy hearts
Tearing all the scripts apart
Neon lights and stolen sweets
Screaming through these empty streets
Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones
Brighter than the morning suns
[Post-Chorus]
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Nowhere else we’d rather go
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Watching all the quarters flow
[Outro]