Spare a few seconds to bring my soul back to life
I’ll take the time to grasp onto your slippery thoughts
Go cry me a river, we’ll save it for next summer
For now, we’ll sleep in hazy hemispheres that skies forgot
Will this be more than a yawning afternoon soapbox love?
There’s no reason to believe if the whole world’s watching
I guess there’s something in your face, the way your smiles fall short
Beneath your callused fingertips, no such thing as a happy ending
Will a quiet embrace convince you to settle down and breathe?
Facsimiles of youth painted on dewdrops and plastic evergreen
If I really tried, can I find an oasis beneath the muddy puddles?
Should we pick up where we left off, or leave nothing but a dream?
Take a moment to set the scene; oh it’s fine, we’ll be here all night
From basement lights to firework flights, time’s shrinking with the tides
That touched our gentle skins and left bruises for strangers to count
For now, we’ll laugh like nothing matters, we have the weather on our side.