7 Weeks - William Beckett, Gym Class Heroes Lyrics - As Cruel As School Children - Gym Class Heroes

My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts 

Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks 

Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day 

Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises 

And nobody acknowledges that boys in vans got it so damn bad 

But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have 

I'm putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain't really helping but 

I'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with 

This is how it has to be 

A kiss for luck, submerge myself 

And in 7 weeks resurface 

Even if we don't look back again 

Tired boys and wired eyes 

Exposing imperfections 

To the public eye we're perfect 

Even if we don't look back again 

My life is hotels, passports, random bag checks, day dreams of love affairs that I haven't had yet 

Touch down, baggage claim, new town, different name, same clothes, 7 days, whew, damn I need to change 

And it's a lifestyle that I wouldn't recommend 

Wild N Out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend (fuck outta here) 

We made a lot of friends and even more enemies 

Some of which were genuine and others just pretend to be 

Soft raving baby, life's lovely 

Even when the gray rain cloud's right above me 

The girl's textin' me talkin' about gettin' all cuddly 

Cause you paint a pretty picture but the frame is so ugly 

This is how it has to be 

A kiss for luck, submerge myself 

And in 7 weeks resurface 

Even if we don't look back again 

Tired boys and wired eyes 

Exposing imperfections 

To the public eye we're perfect 

Even if we don't look back again 

And now it's back in a van with four of my mans 

Until we catchin' a tan on the Florida sands 

I feel like tourin' this land's made me more of a man 

From killa California to the shores of Japan 

Good times stayin' up late in Austin 

Coast to coast V8 to Chicago 

To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston 

And smokin' that most Grade-"A" in Colorado 

Home ain't home no more 

I hug the road and kiss the concrete and sometimes I even hear her heartbeat 

No matter where we go or where we at 

We carry upstate on our back, it's like that 

This is how it has to be 

A kiss for luck, submerge myself 

And in 7 weeks resurface 

Even if we don't look back again 

Tired boys and wired eyes 

Exposing imperfections 

To the public eye we're perfect 

Even if we don't look back again 

This is how it has to be 

A kiss for luck, submerge myself 

And in 7 weeks resurface 

Even if we don't look back again 

Tired boys and wired eyes 

Exposing imperfections 

To the public eye we're perfect 

Even if we don't look back again 

"So a lot of you don't realize. There's a whole subculture of boys driving around in vans." 

Even if we don't look back again 

"Looking for your daughters, and your lottery tickets. Love it or leave it. I'm like this" 

Even if we don't look back again 

"I love my life. Bitches." 

Even if we don't look back again 

Even if we don't look back again