Records and the rain, Heart of Gold playing on repeat
Dancing in the bars, ending up fighting on the street
Does she make you laugh, do you miss the way I sing?
Am I washed away by the next best thing?
A better fit for your mama's diamond ring
Lying in the grass, counting constellations in the stars
Smoking cigarettes, made us feel older than we are
Does she take her glass whisky neat?
Am I more than that, did I make you weak?
A better fit for your mama's
Maybe when we're older we'll look back and laugh at who we were
All of our mistakes, forgotten with a pain that doesn't hurt
You will take my hand on a sunny street
I'll understand why we'd never be
A better fit for your mama's diamond ring
