We’re a mess, but that’s fine. We don’t need no time to keep up with the days. Hey, it would be fine if you want to come over at nine. We can lay on the floor and watch a movie that we’ve already seen. Or we can talk and touch with the radio on. We’ll wait for a while ‘til they play our song, then we’ll dance ‘til the moonlight’s gone. We shake our hips and bite our lips. City nights, bike rides, and a simple sigh. Hey, it would be nice if you could forget all my lies. Cause I’m all grown up now and I hate the way they taste.
