Crushing
December 25, 2023 at 1:13 AM
I'm young, you're wild,
We have fun, we have fight
With this world, belonging to distemper.
We have our own band, we got our tempo.
We'll never party much better.
I'm wild, you're young.
We'll never get normal,
We'll forever have fun.
I'd like to never grow up,
And never lose my player with sinti-pop.
I would lost in the teenage dream, my dope.
You are my drug, my honey,
My doping, my hope.
I remember, our album
With our photos in September.
Fleetingly, we're not teenagers
Anymore, but I remember
Our album.
You have your keys, you parked your car,
I picked up my pedant.
You got this pink orange juice in your tiny bottle.
I got my pinky shoes and I'm looking for trouble.
Never get so old, never get control.
Come crushing to fire. Crushing to fire.
I run until my sole return into the ashes.
Run until my shoes just come into the backward.
Gonna drive until my soul reconcile.
Come crushing into fire. Crushing to fire.
