Tonight has no memory
Tonight has no keeper
Tonight is a mouth with a thousand teeth

I’m the open sign in your bloodstream, the glitter in your debt,
The "one more" in your whisper that you never quite regret—
Not yet
I’m the alleyway drumline, the champagne-bottle choir,
The holy little vandalism of desire
You’ve been saving your best self for a future that won’t clap,
So come spend it like a rumor, come tear it off the map
We’ll make a crown from paper, we’ll make a throne from smoke,
We’ll make a prayer from laughter till the morning starts to choke

Lose your name at the doorway,
Lose your shame on the floor
If you can’t be clean in heaven,
Be magnificent in war

Neon, neon—pour through my ribs,
Rearrange the quiet parts I never show to kids
I want the loud, bright mercy of a reckless kind of joy,
I want my heart like fireworks: beautiful, broken, noise
Neon, neon—spend me, burn me, make it art,
Turn my "maybe" into "more" and turn my "careful" into dark
If tomorrow is a judge, then let it wait outside—
Tonight I’m crowned,
tonight I’m wild,
tonight I’m justified

Mm… justified…
Mm… neon-bright…

I’m the roulette of attention, the velvet VIP,
The counterfeit eternity you buy to feel free
I’m the drug of being wanted, being touched, being seen,
A thousand little spotlights where you don’t have to mean
We’ll drink to all your failures like they’re trophies in a case,
We’ll kiss the truth with lipstick, leave a stain upon its face
We’ll dance until the ceiling forgets what it’s holding up,
We’ll laugh until your loneliness dissolves into the club

Lose your name at the doorway,
Lose your shame on the floor
If you can’t be clean in heaven,
Be magnificent in war

Neon, neon—pour through my ribs,
Rearrange the quiet parts I never show to kids
I want the loud, bright mercy of a reckless kind of joy,
I want my heart like fireworks: beautiful, broken, noise
Neon, neon—spend me, burn me, make it art,
Turn my "maybe" into "more" and turn my "careful" into dark
If tomorrow is a judge, then let it wait outside—
Tonight I’m crowned,
tonight I’m wild,
tonight I’m justified

But listen—
there’s a thin line in the strobe light,
a hairline crack in the grin

Because the night is a marketplace,
and you are also something sold
They trade in bodies and secrets,
they wrap your breath in gold

I make you feel invincible,
I make you feel untouchable—
and that’s when the teeth come out,
quiet, professional, wonderful

So hold your friends like talismans,
keep one eye on the door
Even saints can get pickpocketed
when they’re begging for more

Another shot
Another kiss
Another song that doesn’t end

Say you love me
Say you mean it
Say it loud enough to drown the morning

Your phone is blinking like a guilty star
Your wallet is bleeding like a little altar
Your future is calling—
Don’t answer
Don’t answer

The bass goes hard, the lights go cruel,
The crowd becomes a hungry school
You spin, you sweat, you split in two,
One part laughing, one part through
And somewhere under all the noise,
a small, sad silence finds its voice

Neon, neon—pour through my ribs,
Rearrange the quiet parts I never show to kids
I want the loud, bright mercy of a reckless kind of joy,
I want my heart like fireworks: beautiful, broken, noise
Neon, neon—spend me, burn me, make it art,
Turn my "maybe" into "more" and turn my "careful" into dark
If tomorrow is a judge, then let it wait outside—
Tonight I’m crowned,
tonight I’m wild,
tonight I’m justified

Neon, neon—make my pulse your drum,
Make my sorrow dress in sequins till it can’t say where it’s from
I’ll rent a little heaven by the hour, by the bite,
I’ll trade my real name for a temporary light
But when the sun pries open every glittered little lie,
I’ll find myself in makeup, watching something in me die
And I’ll swear, with shaking laughter, as the night withdraws its kiss:
I don’t regret the living—
I regret the emptiness

Tonight has no memory
Tonight has no keeper
Tonight is a mouth with a thousand teeth