String Lights

String lights hang off the back porch
Just sing like we did on the Fourth of July
Miss that song

And we stole wine and snuck it upstairs
And Beau cried on the floor and said I am so scared
Of growing up

Maybe I know what it's like
And maybe I cry at night
Maybe it all might make sense
When I've learned to mean what I meant
Well, everything ends

Cheap suits and stale summer air
It was me and you
Watch the sun climb the stairs
And the moon, left us too

Out on the balcony, breeze blowing
Pout for the homecoming queen showing up
So fucked up

Maybe I know what it's like
Maybe I cry at night
Maybe it all might make sense
When I've learned to mean what I meant
Well, everything ends

Everything ends
Everything ends
Everything ends
Everything ends