Do Whatever The Fuck You Want

Just sing like it’s your last song, and drink because you can
oh and dance,
like we’re all drunk and we don’t even care
sing like it’s all over, you could
blame me for what went wrong
but would you blame me, if tomorrow never
comes.
We will count our days in hours, while we will fill our weeks with
dreams
we will see the hand goes under, while the face will turn into the
opposite
but the failure of today, should be a lesson for tomorrow
we will
count our days, while the hand goes down.
Well spend like it’s your last
month, do whatever the fuck you want
don’t even think about tomorrow or the
other days to come
and when I look back from above, I’ll take a look at all my
scars
and maybe I doesn’t look that pretty, but I did won a hundred wars.
We
will count our days in hours, while we will fill our weeks with dreams
we will
see the hand goes under while the face will turn into the opposite
but the
failure of today, should be a lesson for tomorrow
we will count our days,
while the hand goes down.