This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race

And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
I'm a leading man
No, more like p-p-p-parties

I'm a leading man
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
I'm a leading man
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
As long as the room keeps singing
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
I'm a leading man
I'm a leading man
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(Now you)
(Sing out loud)
And I don't really care which side wins
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
(You look pretty sinking)
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
Crashing not like hips or cars
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on but I digress
That's just the business I'm in
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
Sing until your lungs give out
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
Bandwagon's full, please, catch another

This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate

I'm a leading man
I wrote the gospel on giving up