and nothing else could matter
you're ashes and i'm dust
we're both so freshly fucked
we're blissed out of our heads
we're both so freshly fucked
we're both so freshly fucked
and nothing else could matter
you know we're not ashamed
to walk this walk of shame
we're walking under ladders
and you said a sweet salute
we're both so fucking cute
and raised up from the dead
we're both so freshly fucked
we're both so freshly fucked
and nothing else could matter
we'll throw it in their face
we've lost our stately grace
we're kind of being dicks
we make our married friends sick
we're blissed out of our heads
and nothing else could matter
we're both so freshly fucked
we're both so freshly fucked
we're both so freshly fucked