We got kicked out of a store once again
For doing nothing at all it's just 'cause we're teens
And I like being your friend I like
Taking polaroids at my house talking about nothing at all
Trying to find out who we were as sophomores
Paper thin stockings at the dollar store
Hitch a ride to my place like you weren't going to leave
Your head on my chest I can hear you breathe
My mother shaved your hear a layer of jet black hair
Fake tats and piercings and band-aids and cage 'cause well
Nothing dies in a world of me and you
We'll go play hide and seek when we're nearly seventeen
Just kids, in a glittery world of starry high school dreams
I guess things aren't always as they seem
Copic skin tones, collarbones
It was you who made me go and talk to him
Now we're friends and I photograph it all inside
Against the backdrop of the promise of sunny skies
Saw you in the mirror shining bright like a star
And he wondered how we ever got to run so far
Burning through the streets that no one ever goes down
Admire the kids who we see walking in the streets
Infect me with your unending positivity
Note taking, silent inquiry
Return to the subway with you go and drown my shame
With an empty glass of plastic pour it down the drain
Starry high school dreams, hand of an angel down on me
You can be the girl who'll cut you up and leave you
Wondering why life handed you a lemon and caught you
Shivering, Chinese take out for dinner, it's all just glimmering to me
Tell me
You can be the girl who'll cut you up and leave you
Wondering why life handed you a lemon and caught you
Shivering, are you all right,
Please tell me, it's all just glimmering to me
To me
So you'll Indian burn me once again
And maybe call me friend