String Lights

String lights hang off the back porch Just sing like we did on the Fourth of July Miss that song And we stole wine and snuck it upstairs And Beau cried on the floor and said I am so scared Of growing up Maybe I know what it's like And maybe I cry at night Maybe it all might make sense When I've learned to mean what I meant Well, everything ends Cheap suits and stale summer air It was me and you Watch the sun climb the stairs And the moon, left us too Out on the balcony, breeze blowing Pout for the homecoming queen showing up So fucked up Maybe I know what it's like Maybe I cry at night Maybe it all might make sense When I've learned to mean what I meant Well, everything ends Everything ends Everything ends Everything ends Everything ends