Dawn Patrol

This is for all the party crashers, pool hoppers, road trippers, hippy drifters

Gold miners, lost sailors, grave robbers, and storm chasers of the world

After the shows, we like to go

Hang out with these people we barely know

Eating some peaches we found on the ground

By the light of some bro house ten miles from town

Waking up with the sun in the grass, wet with dew

I fake like I'm sleeping, laying here next to you

I kinda stop breathing when your hand touches mine

If the world ends this morning, I'm pretty much fine