Its 1989
The vans going.
My hearts pouring .
Lets not waste time.
Its a summer night.
4th of July.
Fireworks .
Lets go find the truth.
Lets play music.
For what its worth.
What I hate about life is.
Things are only right for the night.
When the moment's over its 17, and another fight.
I think im in the wrong decade.
We arguing over how the caramel cascades.
I want to drive into the woods for a couple of days.
But the problem is when I come out everything would be the same.
