Arms

So, it was senior year, and we Drove into the city Just to see your favorite band The front row, screaming at them And, that singer touched your hand In one sweaty, cathartic sense You felt this song was all about you They wrote the lyrics for you And, you stood there in awe Your hands trembled with applause That night, we made out in your car An abandoned warehouse parking lot With your head on my chest And, life’s never felt this good Life never felt so good Life’s never been so good So, put your lips and arms around me You could be my punk rock prom queen Dancing, she makes my guitar scream You could be my damn near everything My damn near everything And, the years came screaming by We’re both leading separate lives And we’re searching for a DeLorean To take us back to way back when But these days, I’m the one that's on the road Touching hands in the front row But, girl’s hands will come and go Until it’s yours at my show And maybe we’d go back to then Late nights on the phone again Skateboards, guitars, and Jäger shots Illegal fireworks in parking lots Your head on my chest And life’s never been so good And, life’s never felt so good And life’s never been so good Now, there’s a candle burning In your bedroom And, I’m painfully aware that it’s not for me There’s a vein that’s bleeding Unendingly Not a scar or sutre Could ever save me Ever save me So, put your lips and arms around me You could be my punk rock prom queen Dancing, she makes my guitar scream You could be my damn near everything My damn near everything Put your lips and arms around me You could be my punk rock prom queen Dancing, she makes my guitar scream You could be my damn near everything My damn near everything