We weren't supposed to be there, parked on the beach where the sand felt more like an hour glass.
We were both pretending something wouldn't end, if we stayed there.
Right in the front of that, Pontiac, kicking back, driver's side, window cracked.
With the radio up.
Just the two of us, lying on the hood of my car, under the stars falling as hard as they were.
Didn't know we didn't mean it, swore we believed it.
Took it too far.
She said forever, I should've never let her out of these arms But the truth is we were just lying, lying on the hood of my car.
I can still remember, bare feet on the fender.
Salt waves in her hair from the water.
Engine wasn't running, but it heated up when she tossed that, tank top off of that, Pontiac, breathing fast, hearts beating over that, radio all the way up.
Knowing we weren't just, lying on the lying on the hood of my car, under the stars falling as hard as they were.
Didn't know we didn't mean it, swore we believed it.
Took it too far.
She said forever, I should've never let her out of these arms But the trust is we were just lying, lying on the hood of my car.
Had that backseat packed up with all my stuff, and we promised that we'd keep in touch.
It turns out, we were just.
Lying on the hood of my car, under the stars falling as hard as they were.
Didn't know we didn't mean it, swore we believed it.
Took it too far.
She said forever, I should've never let her out of these arms But the truth is we were just lying, lying on the hood of my car.
Lying on the hood of my car.
She said forever, I should've never.
Lying on the hood of my car