holding my hands, rocking back and forth

I don't understand the lyrics,
but I would still fight for you.

We've all given up,
but we are all just dumb dumbs do dumb things.

The headwinds have nothing on us.
And heaven is bullshit disguised as bunkbeds.

It's no use pretending hurt doesn't hurt.
One of us will die before one of us.

Kendra Jean, I just texted your old number, but I don't want to see ya.
Lose me in Los Angeles, but you must know this poem.

Please enjoy me responsibly,
because I am not a smart lover, nor am I yours.

Double your memory when
I am poisoning your magazines and your cats.

Have I found you, American little lady?
Where Kentucky kicks my ass.

Like this poem, I give up.
So stop stopping or pop up.