You treat me like I was in love again and I hold you tight, tight enough to know. That you are mine, I'd never let you go. And it's you I miss, and it's you I miss. So let it out, let it out, now I let it out, I let it out now, now.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars This is our decision to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun. Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute? ~LYRICS:TIME TO PRETEND-MGMT ~COPYRIGHT:HAWK DAPPER