We grew up inside of parking lots
Hanging outside of car windows
While the radio exclaimed
Just how hard it would be to leave
When all we wanted was to go
We fell in love with the first one who would
And held hands on the hill behind our high school
We kissed so hard that it made our lips bleed
So afraid that this feeling might leave
This empty orchestra rings out in my head
Louder than the words you swore you never said
We were drunk off cheap vodka and cigarettes
Snuck around having sex in our friend's apartments
This might be the end of everything