Bits I'm done with skits And every little part i played Running late or Running away Walking Sometimes we lay Overthrown, On Little couch Little days they mean so much right now And we're back to ourselves What's the point of being alone You're the rock that holds the window Open on a warm day Find Soft yellow light Sorry it's not all the time I like to go swimming in your ultramarine eyes I think i can keep this up Cause I have the body and constitution For your love Daisy chain my Wrist to yours I don't care if you open a book I don't care if you close the tab I don't care if you have the money For a girl like - that Oooh I don't care if you show up late I don't care that you drive too fast I bet we couldn't bet we couldn't bet we couldn't do it again