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