All Time Low

Show us off to all your friends,
We're the trophy boys from here to if and when,
we break and break your dreams of,
keeping us a secret.
We're the back-pocket believers,
we're the locals who went postal,
call it treason while you can.
I'm just a face for every picture,
a smile for your scrap-books,
and a story to be told, and told, but I'm
but I'm loving every second
so commemorate this hour,
as the last I spend regretting what I have.
Boys, raise your glasses,
Girls, shake those...
(Get up, get up, get up!)
We're the party,
you're the people;
let's make this night a classic.
We play, you move
(Come on let me hear you!)
We're the party, you're the people,
and this is how we,
this is how we do.