We were a teenage fever dream
We were only eighteen
Driving around this dead town
Trying to find our way around
I'll tell you just how I feel
Shrug it off like it's not real
I don't mind
Trying to find my way
Back to your heart
I don't mind
Trying to find my way
Back to the start
All of these daydreams
Are getting me through
To the next time I get to see you
I think there's more to what we have
If only you'd give it a chance
Throwing rocks through
Your windows
Trying to get it through to you
I'm not finished seeing you
I don't mind
Trying to find my way
Back to your heart
I don't mind
Trying to find my way
Back to the start