Raise your glass 'cause I'm not done saying it
They all wanna get rough, get away with it
and laughing till our ribs get tired
It feels so scary getting old.
We're reeling through the midnight streets.
I feel grown up with you
in your car
I know it's dumb.
I want them back (I want them back),
the minds we had (the minds we had)
(but that will never be enough)
Dancing in this world alone, a world alone
we're alone.
