Tell me what it's like to be fearless
Beating down the door into my chest
I'm ripping at the seams boy
Driving open roads with no headlights
But you take it slow, cause you know I
Get a little triggered by the daring types
Walked you down the deepest tunnels of my doubt
You took my hand and led me out
All signs point to choosing clear skies now
Cause it's all
Road trips on Sundays and laughing over nothin' and
Holiday sing-a-longs and those late night ice cream runs
It's making all our inside jokes in the language only we know it's
Our matching necklaces and making french toast for breakfast
Guess I thought that love was a sickness
Fragile little heart full of regrets
Now I'm stitching up the seams boy
Carrying the shame, that I know I
Shouldn't have to feel, and you rewrite
All the stories that I held tight
Walked you down the deepest tunnels of my doubt
You took my hand and led me out
All signs point to choosing clear skies now
Cause it's all
Road trips on Sundays and laughing over nothin' and
Holiday sing-a-longs and those late night ice cream runs
It's making all our inside jokes in the language only we know it's
Our matching necklaces and making french toast for breakfast
It's our matching necklaces and making french toast for breakfast