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