hold me
on the troublesome days
when I feel lonely
I hear my brothers calling from the ocean
live for the weekend we’re living bitter sweet
cause late nights, the partying
the bills we pay in the morning
I hate the high and lows we call a week
I wish we stripped it all apart
found a way to find our
adolescence for our inner peace
tell me
pretty white lies to keep me from running
into the tide when my head starts rushing
tell me the good, outweighs bad in the end
cause late nights, the partying
the bills we pay in the morning
I hate the high and lows we call a week
I wish we stripped it all apart
and found a way to find our
adolescence for our inner peace
when we were kids