off the menu - Arizona

[Romanization]

Girl, what are you saying?
I’m a complicated book of scars not to be fooled of
You can call it a fiction, whatever you like
Boy, what are you saying?
Pointy fingers felt like guns, loaded straight to my head
We’re all roses and daisies, born in a fire

Guns, beer, whiskey
Dancing to myself oh, hell of a life surviving
Guns, beer, whiskey
Camping in a cell what a joyful life, I ain’t hiding

Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona
Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona

Ma, what are you saying?
I just killed a boy inside me, had to make a big change
Dad, how does it end?
I’m losing track of where I am, it’s so hard to be brave
We’re all roses and daisies, born in fire and ashes

Guns, beer, whiskey
Dancing to myself oh, hell of a life of survivors
Guns, beer, whiskey
Camping in a cell what a joyful life of desire

Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona
Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona

We all die lying
Leave the world different from the child we were
It tears me apart
I’m still on a mission
What a hell of a life we’ve all been through
You and I, we are

Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona
Strangers we were never life of the party
Strangers snowy summer in Arizona