Sleeping bags and blankets on the floor
'Cause we don't really care anymore
Drinking bottles of red wine, having good times we can't afford
We don't keep the time, reset the clocks, yeah
We're those crazy neighbors down the block
You can tell us to grow up
We'll just tell you to join us

We got nowhere to go
So maybe we'll just stay
We'll put the radio on and rock out to songs, of yesterday
We're gonna paint this town
The misfit parade
Yelling from the curbside up to your heart rise
You'll hear us say

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

You just kick your boots off at the door
Celebrate the riches of the poor
Dancing barefoot to records, that we bought from the corner store
Yeah, you can leave your worries on the street
It's okay to wear your heart out on your sleeve
And we'll be who we'll be
Come sit next to me

We got nowhere to go
So maybe we'll just stay
We'll put the radio on and rock out to songs, of yesterday
We're gonna paint this town
The misfit parade
Yelling from the curbside up to your heart rise
You'll hear us say

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

We got nowhere to go
So maybe we'll just stay
We'll put the radio on and rock out to songs, of yesterday
We're gonna paint this town (oh, oh, oh)
The misfit parade (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yelling from the curbside up to your heart rise
You'll hear us say

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (oh, oh, oh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (oh, oh, oh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Jake Etheridge, Mackenzie Porter, Wes Harllee