Optic Trends

Massage the countdown and prepare for our new highs
A flight to the west coast or the alabama tide
Our parents are watching, so we’ll leave the pills behind
I’ll always remember the optic trends
Smearing polaroids on the skinny bed
And I know there’s a time, know there’s a time in june
When we’ll realize how much we thought we knew
Buried in fan mail, you’ll live through these songs
Racist new lovers, with pink between the gums
I’ll always remember the optic trends
Smearing polaroids on the skinny bed
And I know there’s a time, know there’s a time in june
When we’ll realize how much we thought we knew
About love…