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
Manada de Nadie
Estabas abajo en la cocina
Aprendiendo a ser mi esposa
Una buena chica con buenos consejos
Y no lo sabíamos
No sabemos cómo amar
No sabemos cómo amar
No sabemos
Lo arruinamos para ser atrapados, nos atrapan para arruinarlo
Vagamos, vagamos
Lo arruinamos para ser atrapados, nos atrapan para arruinarlo
Vagamos, vagamos
Dijiste, '¿Tienes algo que demostrar, hombre?'
Yo dije, 'Cariño, tal vez sí, quédate, aprende a luchar'
Y no lo sabíamos, no lo sabíamos
No lo sabíamos
No sé cómo amar, no sé cómo amar, no sé
Y voy a necesitar que tengas cuidado conmigo
Algún día tendrás que volver a casa
Y voy a necesitar que cuides de mí
Y tú también me necesitarás
Lo arruinamos para perdernos. Nos perdemos para arruinarlo
Vagamos, vagamos