the rest of the summer was the best we ever had…
She wants to hear she’s beautiful.
we go where nobody knows
get sucked in and stuck in late nights
we’re young and in love, heart attacks waiting to happen
But it keeps on coming and I stop,
But it keeps on coming and I just stand still,
But it keeps on coming and I stop moving
it’s the memory of our betters that are keeping us on our feet
do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby?
if I try to catch my breath I may never breathe again