I want us to do things while we're supposed to do things You're a peach, i take a bite I don't care if we fight Sleep on yr fathers' couch Turn eachother inside out Make yr room hideout Feel nothing, feel nothing Feeling so goddamn lame Parents are embarassing Can we smoke in the tub? I always need a haircut So what, so what i'm crumbling? So what, so what i'm crumbling? So what, so what i'm crumbling? So what You wear yr black turtleneck I want you so what the heck I want our faces to touch I'm sorry i'm sorry Eat chips in yr underwear Lying to the internet Pretending that we're best friends So what, so what i'm crumbling? So what, so what i'm crumbling? So what, so what i'm crumbling? So what You wear yr black turtleneck I want you so what the heck I want our faces to touch I'm sorry I'm sorry Our faces got pretty close They don't touch like i thought they might But that's ok with me I could die and be ok