LYRICSloose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips\nto san francisco, double dutch disco,\ntech tv hottie, do it for scotty\ndo it for the living and do it for the dead\ndo it for the monsters under your bed\ndo it for the teenagers and do it for your mom\nbroken hearts hurt but they make us strongand\n\nwe won\'t stop until somebody calls the cops\nand even then we\'ll start again and just pretend that\nnothing ever happened\n\nwe won\'t stop until somebody calls the cops\nand even then we\'ll start again and just pretend that\nnothing ever happened\n\nwe\'re just dancing, we\'re just hugging,\nsinging, screaming, kissing, tugging\non the sleeve of how it used to be\nhow\'s it gonna be?\ni\'ll drop kick russell stover, move into the starting over house\nand know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams\n\nand we\'ll pray, all damn day, every day,\nthat all this shit our president has got us in willgo away\nwhile we strive to figure out a way we can survive\nthese trying times without losing our minds\n\nso if you wanna burn yourself remember that I LOVE YOU\nand if you wanna cut yourself remember that I LOVE YOU\nand if you wanna kill yourself remember that I LOVE YOU\ncall me up before your dead,we can make some plans instead\nsend me an IM, i\'ll be your friend\n\nshysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams\nare seeming more and more worth fighting for\nso i\'ll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation\nand i\'ll say F*CK BUSH AND F*CK THIS WAR\nmy war paint is sharpie ink and i\'ll show you how much my shit stinks\nand ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful\nthey think we\'re disposable, well both my thumbs opposable\nare spelled out on a double word and triple letter score\n\nwe won\'t stop until somebody calls the cops\nand even then we\'ll start again and just pretend that\nnothing ever happened\n\nwe won\'t stop until somebody calls the cops\nand even then we\'ll start again and just pretend that\nnothing ever happened\n\nwe\'re just dancing, we\'re just hugging,\nsinging, screaming, kissing, tugging\non the sleeve of how it used to be dawson, ellen, juno, kimya, lips, loose, lyrics, moldy, movie, music, page, peaches