The Boys

The wind blows my hair across my face
Does it kill on your skateboard ___?
We’re driving down the avenue, past of the big houses
And there’s something about these streets
And the way you wear your heart on your sleeve
And down below I see the aquamarine
I think that I’m beginning to care
I think that I’m beginning to care
Oh, the boys, the boys driving the cars
Oh, the boys, the boys driving in cars
With the boys, the boys driving the cars
With the boys
Boys park in, sitting in the backyard
Hair and our skin, all salty and starch
The air is soft, reminds of the ending days
I think that I’m beginning to care
I think that I’m beginning to care
Oh, the boys, the boys driving the cars
Oh, the boys, the boys driving in cars
With the boys, the boys driving the cars
With the boys
Stay with me
Stay a while
Stay with me
Stay a while
I think your love is making me nervous
The way your eyes holding stand in backstage
I’ll find my way from the old road, but I don’t know when
I think that I’m beginning to care
Oh, the boys, the boys driving the cars
Oh, the boys, the boys driving in cars
With the boys, the boys driving the cars
With the boys
I think that I’m beginning to care
I think that I’m beginning to care
I think that I’m beginning to care
I think that I’m beginning to care