Pretty Faces

One hundred

And I'm still living, kicking, making bad decisions
Looking, cooking, dirty out the kitchen
Seconds, minutes, different definitions
Must be getting heavier, the scale keep tipping
I see pretty faces
But those things always seem to fade away
You know what doesn't fade away?

The way I love you, miss you, always wanna kiss you
I don't need to save you, you don't need a rescue
Always know what you want, never need a menu
Always get what you want, we got that in common 'cause
I been getting what I want
I'm not settling, what's the fun in that
Keep going, keep going, keep going

And I'm still living, kicking, making bad decisions
Looking, cooking, dirty out the kitchen
Seconds, minutes, different definitions
Must be getting heavier, the scale keep tipping
I see pretty faces
But those things always seem to fade away
You know what doesn't fade away?

The tattoo of your name right above my heartbeat
The i-love-yous that we drew in sharpie
The memories made when we skipped the parties
When we just rode around like Hutch and Starsky
Been a couple times that they offered me accessories
In a second I would trade 'em for a memory
I remember when you said I was a match in your kerosene
That sound like a compliment to me

And I'm still living, kicking, making bad decisions
Looking, cooking, dirty out the kitchen
Seconds, minutes, different definitions
Must be getting heavier, the scale keep tipping