Better at Being Young

Close my eyes for a minute
Woke up, summer was finished
How’s it gone in an instant
Twisted, distant
I remember those cold hands
And he tasted like stale grass
Lasted long as a quick drag
Oh man, God damn
Red eyes, teeth marks
Hushed tones fill up my lungs
Motels, gold stars
Dead phones, where can I run
Cause I was better at being young
Better, better
Better at being young
Better, better
When I first saw the skyline
City lit by the traffic
Made the weekend a classic
Manic, addict
Red eyes, teeth marks
Hushed tones fill up my lungs
Motels, gold stars
Dead phones, where can I run
Cause I was better at being young
Better, better
Better at being young
Better, better
Gonna lay down my body cold
Maybe be someone else
Remember what I wanted
When it was still ok to want it
Red eyes, crushed bones, mouth guards
Bad dreams, sweet hearts, twin beds
Red eyes, teeth marks
Hushed tones fill up my lungs
Motels, gold stars
Dead phones, where can I run
Cause I was better at being young
Better, better
Better at being young
Better, better