Close my eyes for a minute Woke up, summer was finished How’s it gone in an instant? Twisted, distant I remember those cold hands And he tasted like stale grass Lasted long as a quick drag Oh, man, God damn
Red eyes, teeth marks, hushed tones fill up my lungs Motels, gold stars, dead phones, where can I run?
'Cause I was better at being young Better, better Better at being young Better, better
When I first saw the skyline City lit by the traffic Made the weekend a classic Manic, addict
Red eyes, teeth marks, hushed tones fill up my lungs Motels, gold stars, dead phones, where can I run?
'Cause I was better at being young Better, better Better at being young Better, better
Gonna lay down my body cold Maybe be someone else Remember what I wanted When it was still okay to want it
Red eyes, crushed bones, mouth guards Bad dreams, sweethearts, twin beds
Red eyes, teeth marks, hushed tones fill up my lungs ('Cause I was better at being young) Motels, gold stars, dead phones, where can I run? 'Cause I was better at being young Better, better Better at being young Better, betterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
