Текст песни Better At Being Young

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 When I first saw the skyline City lit by the traffic Made the weekend a classic Manic, addict 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