Hey, what's your vice?
You look way too pretty and seem way too kind
But you're sad, all the time
Working out your kinks behind closed doors at night
We killed some time
Busted city lights and left the glass lying on the floor
Teenage heights
Your palms were out the window trying to block the wind blow
That was only then
Youthful and content
What are we now?
But ghosts behind a fence
Wishing we'd pretend it forever
Headlights, tangerine
Burning up the road, wishing I could go back home
At eighteen
It's not much to realize, how unimportant you are
Smiles full of teeth
Eyeing up the TV wishing you were living the dream
Go mainstream
You can't stay human and still play this music machine
That was only then
Youthful and content
What are we now?
A ghost behind a fence
Wishing we'd pretend it forever
A ghost behind a fence
Wishing I'd pretend it forever
A ghost behind a fence
Wishing I'd pretend it forever
