This blood that's in our veins it carries all of those mistakes that we've ever made when we're not thinking straight,
I don't remember every name but it seems like every face is back at the place,
the same place they've tried to escape.Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time
Not giving up, not getting by,
sticking it out through hardest timesTonight's a party for the misfits doing time
Just standing in this crowded room
still makes me feel alive
the thoughts that's in our brains,
were razor sharp but all the years made them fade or wrote them a different way.It's the years of sleeping late and drinking every day and it's the same things that we blamed
the same things we tried to escapeTonight's a party for the misfits doing time
Not giving up, not getting by,
sticking it out through hardest timesTonight's a party for the misfits doing time
Just standing in this crowded room
still makes me feel alive
This smokey crowded and cloudy room
flashes me back to my misspent youth
So when i walk home drunk and I wake up bruised
I'd like to thank each of you