Lyrics

This is for all the party crashers, pool hoppers, road trippers, hippy drifters, gold miners, lost sailors, grave robbers, and storm chasers of the world After the shows we like to go Hang out with these people we barely know Eating some peaches we found on the ground By the light of some bro house ten miles from town Waking up with the sun in the grass wet with dew I fake like I'm sleeping, laying here next to you I kinda stop breathing when your hand touches minе If the world ends this morning I'm pretty much finе