You Thought You Could Beat Me In A Game Of Skip-It. You Were Wrong.
The entire world has gone to shit but i won't let it take us with it
Lay your head against my chest and sing me anything from the 90s
We'll be 15 again on tire swings, planning sleepovers
Often you need to pretend to get though this
The entire world has gone to hell but we don't care enough to tell
Wrap your arms around my neck and whisper anything that you shouldn't to me
We'll be 15 again, cutting class and making mixtapes
Often you need to pretend to get through this
To get through this life.