Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Pulled up crooked by the fire pits Ash on our shoes Truck doors slam Late night Nothing to lose Smoke in your hair You steal my seat I steal your lighter We roast bad jokes Till the sparks climb higher (hey) [Chorus] Kurt My friend My favorite mess Beer in our hands Hearts on our chests Laugh till we choke on the things we said If this is all we get I’m blessed instead Kurt My friend My favorite curse Two fools parking at the edge of the earth [Verse 2] You spill the first sip Blame the ground Blame the can We keep score Of every dumb thing we’ve planned Laugh at each other Till the whole damn night turns soft Shadows dance Like a backyard goth (oh yeah) [Chorus] Kurt My friend My favorite mess Beer in our hands Hearts on our chests Laugh till we choke on the things we said If this is all we get I’m blessed instead Kurt My friend My favorite curse Two fools parking at the edge of the earth [Bridge] If the flames burn out If the night goes cold I still got your stories I still got your hold [Chorus] Kurt My friend My favorite mess Beer in our hands Hearts on our chests Laugh till we choke on the things we said If this is all we get I’m blessed instead Kurt My friend Don’t you forget These ugly Perfect nights are the best we’ll get
Tags
rock, Grungy goth-reggae groove with swung drums, dubby bass, and jangly, slightly detuned guitars; male vocals in a loose, conversational delivery that opens into a raw, shout-along hook. Verses stay close and intimate, chorus widens with reverb-y backing vocals and a darker, anthemic lift., grunge
Duration
3:19
Instrumental
No
Created
2/22/2026