Pack Of Nobodies

You were downstairs in the kitchen
Learning to be my wife
A good kid on a good advice
And we didn't know it
We don't know how to love
We don't know how to love
We don't know
We fuck it up to get caught, we get caught to fuck it up
We roam around, we roam around
We fuck it up to get caught, we get caught to fuck it up
We roam around, we roam around
You said, "You got something to prove man?"
I said, "Baby I just might, stick around, learn to fight"
And we didn't know it, we didn't know
We didn't know it
I don't know how to love, I don't know how to love, I don't know
And I'm gonna need you to be careful with me
Some day you gonna have to come home
And I'm gonna need you to take care of me
And you're gonna need me too
We fuck it up to get lost. We get lost to fuck it up
We roam around, we roam around