Lyrics

[Verse 1] Air drying our sheets Covering our gender In an oversized fleece Listening to records that meant something probably When we were twenty-three and horny Smiling with our teeth Habitually repeating, "I'm a bad bitch, please" Us having no money was so fucking funny It never got tired or boring [Pre-Chorus] I’m pulling on holes Of an adult size medium The twenty year old me is still in here I'm waking up to a dream sequence Sometimes I can't see me in it [Chorus] Was it a sip of wine or Aperol? I remеmber everything and nothing at all I'm waking up to a drеam sequence Sometimes I can't see me in it Was any of it worth it after all? (Oh-oh) Is my reflection someone else's I stole? But if it's mine can I still keep it If I can't see me in it? [Verse 2] Texture on our skin We were just at Beechers With a guy to get in Sweating out a fever With our latest imprint Then walking to the after party Now on the other side Of cherry-flavored ChapStick There's some greyish highlights Reminding me that nobody runs faster than time It's heartbreaking and reassuring It's sinking in I'm sinking in I'm sinking [Pre-Chorus] Pulling on holes Of an adult size medium I really don't know how I got here I'm waking up to a dream sequence Sometimes I can't see me in it [Chorus] Was it a sip of wine or Aperol? (Aperol) I remember everything and nothing at all (Remember nothing) I'm waking up to a dream sequence Sometimes I can't see me in it Was any of it worth it after all? (After all) Is my reflection someone else's I stole? But if it's mine can I still keep it (Still keep it) If I can't see me in it? [Outro] Try hards Icons Sunday mornings Super Bowls Turn Ons Tampons Edibles And booty calls I remember it all And I remember nothing How did we get here? Was it luck or something? Was it luck or something? I remember it all And I remember nothing How did we get here? Was it luck or something? Was it luck or something?