Sickly sweet
Sure is sour
Stuck on repeat
Hour after hour
She's cold to touch
But I'm warm when I'm with her
Comfort or crutch
Stocking filler
Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush
Goldrush
I call her up
3 o'clock in the morning
To fall in love
Or feel like I'm falling
Once you taste it
You can't escape it
Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush
Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush
Goldrush
Apocalyptic wasteland
English weather to every summer plan
God our future's bleak
I wish we were 17 again
Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush
Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush
Goldrush
