Pink Summer

From the beat of my heart to the tips of my fingers From the length of my hair to a warm warmth that lingers In the days where it gets to hot to be happy All the moments with safety a blanket wrap me From the seas where we ran in the water that's blue All the planes where I fell asleep next to you And maybe this will kill us And maybe this will kill us What a way to die What a way to die It's not how much you love It's how much you are loved It's how much you are loved My parent's house memories float in the corner Your best friend's waiting where the sun spills over To those we feel we don't know anymore Or friends we know we couldn't love anymore In the basement filled store you're sicced and patted A band wrapped so tightly you can't help but snap it And maybe this will kill us And maybe this will kill us What a way to die What a way to die It's not how much you love It's how much you are loved It's how much you are loved So shall we ache Or shall we break Or shall we live (Maybe this will kill us) (Maybe this will kill us) So shall we ache Or shall we break Or shall we live (What a way to die) (What a way to die) So shall we ache Or shall we break Or shall we live (Maybe this will kill us) (Maybe this will kill us) So shall we ache Or shall we break Or shall we live (What a way to die) It's not how much you love It's how much you are loved It's how much you are loved It's not how much you love It's how much you are loved It's how much you are loved