We came dressed like bad ideas White teeth, black lungs, cheap souvenir hearts The city said: Grow up We said: Not tonight We wear our glory like a bruise Still fresh, still blue Same old kids with louder ghosts Still got something to prove You kissed my mouth like a warning shot I laughed like I was bulletproof We lit the dark with a parking lot spark And called it telling the truth If we go down, we go down singing If it burns, let it burn in tune We are the Saturday saints Too young to shut our mouths Too hurt to settle down We turn the wreckage loud We are the Saturday saints Half halo, half mistake We love like it might break And still we never change Oh-oh, we never change Oh-oh, we never change Your lipstick stained the aftershock My collar and my pride We made a church out of backseat vows Then watched it die outside No silver screen could fake that look No saint could sell that sin We were a spark in a gas-soaked room Just begging to begin Everybody wants a clean goodbye But we were born for the mess Everybody wants a safer life We only wanted excess We are the Saturday saints Too young to shut our mouths Too hurt to settle down We turn the wreckage loud We are the Saturday saints Half halo, half mistake We love like it might break And still we never change So raise your glass To the kids who never learned the soft way To the hearts that hit the wall And hit back harder We are the Saturday saints Still running red lights now Still saying too much out loud Still making ruin proud We are the Saturday saints No heaven left to fake No promises to save Just one more night to take Oh-oh, one more night to take Oh-oh, one more night to take