Skirt Wednesday

Lyrics

I don't believe in young love Holding on so tight Desperately to anything like a fucking parasite You could be across the room or across the sea We could still agree on one thing I don't believe in young love Embering with breath baited Laughing and mistaken So if you ever felt that burn That was me waiting But not anymore You could be across the room or across the sea Somewhere on the moon or in some small city Out in the Midwest or lying next to me We could still agree on one thing I don't believe in young love