Gold Coast (Reid Mix)

I want to kiss you, I miss you

I know it’s cliché

Can’t hold a tissue to your issues

But it’s a relatable thing

When it was good, it was real good

Often went the opposite way though

If I could hold you, I would have told you

Already, everything changed though

Passing glances from the back seat

I had to bite my lips to keep my mouth straight

If we could go back, like it’s a throwback

That’d be a different thing

But we were lighting, struck once then fighting

To stretch it another day

When it was real, it was real real

But was just as frequently faked out

Can’t trust your feelings

Can’t help but seeing

Through a rose colored haze now

Passing glances from the back seat

I had to bite my lips to keep my mouth straight

We were passing glances from the back seat

And I had to bite my lips to keep my mouth straight

Not trying to salvage it, just got nostalgic

I know it’s too late

A TV flashback without a laugh track

To give the tension a break

When it was good, it was real good

Often went the opposite way

We threw our gloves down

Screamed our lungs out

Cause we were young and afraid

Passing glances from the back seat

I had to bite my lips to keep my mouth straight

We were passing glances from the back seat

And I had to bite my lips to keep my mouth straight