Mascara

Pretty little thing

Are you still suffering

Sitting in the backseat

Of your mother's SUV

And you don't wanna surrender to the ache

Shadows fall across your face

Think I'd almost forgotten how my youth calls back to me

Mascara

Staying up all night long

Listening to The 1975

Screaming out your lungs

Call it bittersweet

Does it make you feel some type of way

While you sink into the backseat

Time had left to decay

And you don't wanna surrender to the ache

Shadows fall across your face

Think I'd almost forgotten how my youth calls back to me

Mascara

Staying up all night long

Listening to The 1975

Screaming out your lungs

Mascara

Youth undone

Come back to me

Again

I wanna feel it oh

I wanna feel it again

I wanna feel it oh

I wanna feel it again