Four sides of blue wall never felt so far
Who knew it fit us so well?
Oh hell, now it's gone
And we'll do it all again
To be touched by another
And we'll do it all again
To be touched by something else
When white bends to blue
Hanging out with a cartoon
Yeah, we'll do it all again
To be touched by something else
Late youth
It won't break us, but we're not the only ones
Late youth
Splitting skin just for the sake of holding on
Holding on
It feels right to pick a fight sometimes
It feels right to take my clothes off
It feels right to pick a fight sometimes
It feels right to take my clothes off
I never thought it was right
Never thought I could do any wrong anymore
Thought it was right
Never thought I could do any wrong anymore
