If I don't love myself like that
Then who will?
If I don't look at me straight
Then who will?
Who's there throwing stones?
That is not what I came here for
But it's me hurting myself again like always
Like always
I want gold memories
With you on a beach
I love you way more than I did before
We're pulling through
Baby pulling
It's like letting your hair grow
Waiting for summer
It's like letting your skin dry and shiver
I feel much happier than I did before
I think I'm ready now
I want gold memories
With you on a beach
