F Everything

Baby, don’t you worry so much
Cuz under our clothes we’re wild still
And yeah I think of breaking up
As the fall and your hair are getting long
You tell me it’s over your shoulders now
(over the phone)
And it’s hard because I’ve never seen it that long
And I can’t even picture where you’re living now, so I built all these stupid
crushes on the pretty girls here
And I sing songs like:
«Tonight I’m throwing gasoline on an old flame»
Cuz in the cold, everything dies
Everything dies in the winter
Everything dies in the winter months
Everything dies in the winter
Everything dies in the winter months
So what? Let’s not worry so much
Cuz under our clothes we’re wild still
And yeah I think of breaking up
And with the winter coming on
I’m just looking for a hand to warm mine
And I’ve found with the winter coming on
I’m just looking for a hand to warm