Shots With Lindsey

[Verse 1]
Red and black hair
Boots on the chair
Lindsey's laughing at the barroom glare
West Virginia night
Neon on her eyes
She says "line ‘em up
We’re killing time"
Three cat photos
Cracked phone screen
She shows me every one like royalty
Says "I got claws
Waiting at home"
But she still orders one more
[Chorus]
Shots with Lindsey
Pour ‘em steady
Heart unbothered
Trigger ready
Every toast is "here’s to bad ideas"
Shots with Lindsey
Wild and grinning
Whole room spinning
Still she’s winning
Says "I’ll sleep when all my nine lives clear"
[Verse 2]
Tab’s too high
She shrugs
"that’s life"
Scribbles hearts on a cardboard sign
Those green eyes
Daring the night
To try and tell her when to draw the line
Back-road queen
Tattooed sleeve
Laughing on the tailgate
Kicking feet
Three cats waiting
On the porch light
She howls at the dark
"I’ll be alright"
[Chorus]
Shots with Lindsey
Pour ‘em steady
Heart unbothered
Trigger ready
Every toast is "here’s to bad ideas"
Shots with Lindsey
Wild and grinning
Whole room spinning
Still she’s winning
Says "I’ll sleep when all my nine lives clear"
[Bridge]
She says "here’s to the ones who left
Here’s to the ones who stayed
Here’s to the tiny house
Where my little monsters wait"
We slam them back
We shake that glass
She laughs so hard the past can’t last (oh-oh)
[Chorus]
Shots with Lindsey
Pour ‘em steady
Heart unbothered
Trigger ready
Every toast is "here’s to bad ideas"
Shots with Lindsey
Wild and grinning
Country sky above us spinning
Says "I’ll sleep when all my nine lives clear"
Yeah
Lindsey and her nine lives here

rock, Crunchy pop-punk guitars, up-tempo drums, male vocals with bratty edge. Tight, hooky verses that rush into a shout-along chorus; gang vocals on the title line, simple bass locking with kick. Brief middle-eight drop to half-time with tambourine and claps, then a final full-throttle chorus with layered harmonies., punk, pop