Besedila: Some Girls. All My Friends Are Going Death. His N Hers.

You and me
Fall asleep
At the wheel
Where are we going anyway
We may as well stop here
Cause I'm barely breathing anyway
Hey, we won't be coming home today
So we stole breaths
Locked our lips
Slipped fucking tongues
And gave our
"I love you with all our heart's"
Who's gonna miss us anyway