Bruise

This is not real, this is a memory A real memory Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me I wanna feel you shine Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me I wanna feel you shine on me And he dances, and he dances, and he dances That's my man And he dances, and he dances, and he dances That's my man I went to a dance with my high school girlfriend Left from a dance without my high school girlfriend Give me the chance and I could read you the stories Burning the books because life fucking bores me So she's out there slow dancing to the song And we're in the boys bathroom, making out, yeah Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me I wanna feel you shine Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me I wanna feel you shine on me And he dances, and he dances, and he dances That's my man And he dances, and he dances, and he dances That's my man Boy in jeans with the bleach blonde imagery Boy in jeans, 1995 fantasy Do your thing, fuck it up, feel the melody Dance with me, dance with me Pony boy ride on, ride on, ride on me In my dreams, in my fucking dreams Pony boy ride on, ride on, ride on me In my dreams, in my fucking dreams Now she's crying on my shoulder Cause I left her alone I'm selfish, cause all I can think about is you Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me I wanna feel you shine Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me I wanna feel you shine on me And he dances, and he dances, and he dances That's my man In my dreams, in my fucking dreams And he dances, and he dances, and he dances That's my man In my dreams, in my fucking dreams I already miss him I already miss him, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck