|
No one wants to live forever |
|
without love |
|
on the west coast slide |
|
Skipping class like it's over |
|
and the skirt begs why |
|
little birds on your shoulder |
|
but the ink ain't dry |
|
23 is a number that brings me back |
|
young enough to remember a prom night flask |
|
Substitute the curves of your body |
|
for the stories and pain that divide me |
|
substitute your name on the blank sheet |
|
for moment where principals are fought |
|
Why you wanna run forever? |
|
shattered love |
|
in your hands tonight |
|
no one wants to live forever |
|
without love |
|
on the west coast slide |
|
Teachers know that lessons are sealed in blood |
|
tenured love is a prison, just to tie us up |
|
when the chance is a drug that makes us whole |
|
hit the breaks and let our hands grown |
|
Why you wanna run forever? |
|
shattered love |
|
in your hands tonight |
|
no one wants to live forever |
|
without love |
|
on the west coast slide |
|
Why you wanna run forever? |
|
Your school charm is keeping me from leaving |
|
I'll lose your number in the back of a Lincoln |
|
Why you wanna run? |
|
On the west coast slide |