austin goodnight & harrison keating boys şarkı sözleri
We're going out in those fucked up vans
I've had the last four years
And I miss those boys with their
beach dirty brown hair
We're growing up without a choice
We're running out without a point
Of making too much noise,
When will it stop?
We're all flirting with the same four girls
That's probably not a good idea
But what's the fun if you're not
Getting in trouble?
These days are coming to an end
These ties are breaking at their ends
I just worry,
that I'm making it worse