Louder Than Sorry

Two blue check marks,

she reads the screen

In the backyard where the grass is lean

Turning it up

past polite

Underneath the humid night

Polaroid flash, still turning gray

Instant regret is a second away (oh-oh-oh)

Dancing in the dark with a dying speaker

Running out of air as the signal gets weaker We keep turning

it up to forget

Spinning in a flash of regret

Chemical light on a concrete floor

Nobody knows what we're waiting for

Static is cutting the thread

Living inside of the words that she said

(Turn it up, turn it up,

turn it up)

Dancing with a dying speaker (yeah)

Spinning in a flash of regret