This life is what you make it, This life is what you make it Got a phone call from you, I was sleeping, and you were half-drunk I almost fell to the floor As I answered the phone You said you nearly hung up, I'm glad that you called And I'm glad I was home Good to know you're still alive Traded heartache, stories and laughter For the rest of the night And you told me how your life is now That you steal everything you need And you're makin' your own history Under a flag that's black and red Clasp my hands in the shape of an island Around the back of your neck Whisper stories right into your ear I'm sure you'd rather forget About when we were young, And when we were dumb Times when we'd sleep all day long And wake just in time to see the sunset And stay out until it was dawn And it's funny how our lives are now We still steal everything we need And we're makin' our own history Together, under a flag that's black and red, Black and red This life is what you make it, This life is what you make it, This life is what you make it, This life is what you make it.