1987

I heard You're missing turns And you're favorite three words I'm not too gone, the TV's on Until I learned A simple way To pretend that we're in 1987 Throwing into first 'cause you're so tempting Paint me a picture of you Paint me a picture of you Of you I heard You're someone else Falling off the top shelf I'm here for you, be here for me Until I learned That cigarettes Like to burn down tiol the filter where you sleeping Waking up in pieces every weekend Oh, I just want your lips to taste I just want my lips to taste like you Paint me a picture of you Of you Paint me a picture of you Paint me a picture of you Of you