We were a teenage fever dream We were only eighteen Driving around this dead town Trying to find our way around I'll tell you just how I feel Shrug it off like it's not real I don't mind Trying to find my way Back to your heart I don't mind Trying to find my way Back to the start All of these daydreams Are getting me through To the next time I get to see you I think there's more to what we have If only you'd give it a chance Throwing rocks through Your windows Trying to get it through to you I'm not finished seeing you I don't mind Trying to find my way Back to your heart I don't mind Trying to find my way Back to the start