The entire world has gone to sh** but I won't let it take us with it
Lay your head against my chest and sing me anything from the 90s
We'll be 15 again; on tire swings, planning sleepovers
Cause often you need to pretend to get through this
The entire world has gone to hell but we don't care enough to tell
Wrap your arms around my neck and whisper anything that you shouldn't to me
We'll be 15 again; cutting cla** and making mixtapes
Cause often you need to pretend to get through this