Kids, Kids, Kids
When the line between truths is as shallow as your breath,
and when we sigh all we become
are echoes of what we once were, what we once were: cheap red
lipstick, whorehouse perfume
disregard our potential cause honey we've vanquished all those
fears, replaced them with lust
oh just a few more minutes, a few more seconds and our love
will be gone honey, it'll be gone
and I will be vindicated, and I will be lost.
Writer/s: Heavy Heavy Low Low / Matthew Caudle / Robbie Smith
