We skipped town two or so nights ago.
To see what the deal was.
With these reoccurring dreams we've been having.
About night's we never spent outside.
It was inevitable that we would end up.
A little bit bored, a little more deniable.
Stand up, it's time to get down.
The cool kids are singing the pop songs they stole from the radio.
And we both know we'll never remember this
Time morning comes around.
But what's wrong with that?
These late nights always seem longer than the daylight.
And of course I'm a sucker for the midnight summer-long car drive.
But can you blame me
For wanting to get there sooner
Rather than later?
Stand up, it's time to get down.
The cool kids are singing the pop songs they stole from the radio.
And we both know we'll never remember this
Time morning comes around.
But what's wrong with that?
What's wrong with that?