Quit This City

This is ain’t no super soaker
This is a shotgun
Put your hands in the air
Would you die for love?
You think that I wouldn’t do it
You got your walls up
Cross my heart, hope to die
Hope to die for love
We got us in the American dream
Since we were seventeen
We said that we quit this city
And you and me, we don’t need to pretend
We could drive our hearts
We could drive our hearts to the end