Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Running the red punch the roof

Windows are down musics up

Moon lights the sun roof of our parked car

Like candles to a make out

Jumping on the thought of even seeing you

Hoping that your sister hasn't thrown a coup

Lost on the road it doesn't matter

We'll find our way together

Staying in line with my parents

While breaking the boundaries of our love

Tasting the balm of cherries

I'm feeling like I ain't coming home

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

I'm paying all of my attention to you

The time is passing it's a quarter till

Laughing on the beach you're so annoyingly

Pretty

Staying in line with my parents

While breaking the boundaries of our love

Tasting the balm of cherries

I'm feeling like I ain't coming home

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Streetlights, stuck inside

Calling you, how's it two?

Late nights, dumb fake fights

I'm feeling like I ain't coming home

No I ain't coming home

Your lips are my home

Not coming home

No