Your room, play your favourite song Fall asleep with the record on How it ends, I’ll think about it Your bed, where my memories lie Every word is a reason why Why it ends I’ll think about it Heaven knows that I’ll think about it We could never be the ones we want This will never be the life we dreamt about Nothing here for us to figure out No,...Learn More

On our backpack leather black ink, we drew our idols By the lockers down the hall, we chose our side On our book - folded covers black ink, we wrote down meaning Never thought that we’d be the ones to stand in line And the girl in the Def Leppard shirt said she liked me better Wrote it down in black on the back of a photograph Pulled me...Learn More