Texty: Backseat Goodbye. Dressed Up Like Dreams. Bottom Lips And Fingertips.

Bottom lips and fingertips Two twenty something kids getting aquainted In a dim lit room at the bottom of the stairs Forget first names and old birthdays Those were lost with the clothes that hit the floor When the lightswitch got turned off I'm just your boy to fuck You're just my girl to touch Of course it's natural to fall in love But love is for people with hearts Not for the kids just brushing up on their chemistry Bottom lips and fingertips Two twenty something kids with a bottle of gin Making bad decisions in a blur on the kitchen floor It's not like tonight is the end of the world And It's not like we'll remember any of this Come tomorrow we'll pretend today didn't even ever exist If we're only young once Then we better get up 'Cause we don't know how long we've got Until the music stops If I'm only young once Then I better get out Of this trend where I end up lost in the middle of a town I know by heart Take all your good days And turn them in memories Forget all the bad it's just a thing of the past You get what you got and you got what you give