Better at Being Young - Meg & Dia

Close my eyes for a minute

Woke up, summer was finished

How’s it gone in an instant

Twisted, distant

I remember those cold hands

And he tasted like stale grass

Lasted long as a quick drag

Oh man, God damn

Red eyes, teeth marks

Hushed tones fill up my lungs

Motels, gold stars

Dead phones, where can I run

Cause I was better at being young

Better, better

Better at being young

Better, better

When I first saw the skyline

City lit by the traffic

Made the weekend a classic

Manic, addict

Red eyes, teeth marks

Hushed tones fill up my lungs

Motels, gold stars

Dead phones, where can I run

Cause I was better at being young

Better, better

Better at being young

Better, better

Gonna lay down my body cold

Maybe be someone else

Remember what I wanted

When it was still ok to want it

Red eyes, crushed bones, mouth guards

Bad dreams, sweet hearts, twin beds

Red eyes, teeth marks

Hushed tones fill up my lungs

Motels, gold stars

Dead phones, where can I run

Cause I was better at being young

Better, better

Better at being young

Better, better