Neon Crash

Streetlights blur like shooting stars,

Cheap motel dreams and beat-up cars.

Middle fingers to another nine-to-five,

We’re just trying to prove we’re still alive.

Leather jacket, busted shoes,

Nothing left that we can lose.

Every night’s another match to strike,

Watching sparks disappear into the night.

We’re too young to play it safe,

Too old to blame it on our age.

So we write our names across the sky,

Like we’re never gonna fade.

Fill the cups, let the neon spill,

We’re chasing every heartbeat, chasing every thrill.

If tomorrow calls, let it wait in line,

Tonight we’re stealing moments that were never meant to shine.

Hands up through the sunroof, screaming at the moon,

Living like the sunrise might not make it here so soon.

One more song, one more laugh, one more reckless ride—

If we’re gonna live, let’s live on the edge tonight.

Friends like family, scars like ink,

Laughing louder than we stop to think.

Every toast is to the nights we won’t forget,

Even if tomorrow comes with some regret.

Broken bottles, broken plans,

Still got fire in these hands.

Every wrong turn somehow feels so right,

When the city’s glowing underneath the night.

Maybe we’re just chasing echoes,

Maybe we’re just running free.

But I’d rather feel the lightning

Than never know what life could be.

Fill the cups, let the neon spill,

We’re chasing every heartbeat, chasing every thrill.

If tomorrow calls, let it wait in line,

Tonight we’re stealing moments that were never meant to shine.

Hands up through the sunroof, screaming at the moon,

Living like the sunrise might not make it here so soon.

One more song, one more laugh, one more reckless ride—

If we’re gonna live, let’s live on the edge tonight.

Maybe every flame burns out someday,

Maybe every hero fades away.

But if the night remembers who we are,

We’ll leave our names written in the stars.

We’re not invincible—

We just forget sometimes.

So let’s make these moments count

Before they turn to memories.

Raise your glass to every soul that’s still fighting through the dark,

To every dream that found a home inside a reckless heart.

We’ll sing until the morning paints the skyline gold and red,

Carrying these nights with us wherever life may lead instead.

Whoa-oh… we’re still standing.

Whoa-oh… hearts still landing.

Whoa-oh… one more night to sing.

Whoa-oh… that’s everything.