Tides

I just want to melt away with you The night is young, so much that we could do Playing trumpet floorin pedals Im an angel who love devils Shorty hits the angles and pretends to be a rebel Coast line trek by the moonlight over pebbles I walked the whole way so i could come and count your freckles Stupid Yeah I'm goin silly Im daydreaming bout jilly while im driving to the city going bout 150 so i Might as well text and drive If i end up RIP I died a troubled guy Like why couldn't we meet in the middle july When we had so much time But we didnt So i keep on keepin on making music eatin spinach Lose it for a minute Recenter myself with the memories i visit In and out of days then i feel like ive been hit Is this really the place for which i tried to get a ticket Is this really the face to which i get to be singin, like I just want to melt away with you The night is young, so much that we could do