Better At Being Young

(álbum: Happysad - 2019)

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 ok to want it

Red eyes, crushed bones, mouth guards
Bad dreams, sweet hearts, twin beds

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