So I guess that it’s true
Time can heal even the worst of wounds
And the clichés I knew
Seem so commonplace when I saw you
Let’s just walk in the dark
Hop the fence in the park
Baby boy, honeybee
God, I love the way you look at me
And it’s too hard to describe this
In a way that feels honest
But even when I’m quiet
I love you, baby, I promise
And I hope I never see what your face looks like goin’
A face I swear that I could spend my whole life knowin’
Here’s to hopin'
Pick me up, walk me home
Man, it feels like God threw me a bone
Sticky sweet, tangerine
Would you sit and keep me company?
In the dark, I’m not scared
I just reach and you’re right there
Shooting stars, racing cars
Everything I own just feels like ours
It’s too hard to describe this
In a way that feels honest
But even when I’m quiet
I love you, baby, I promise
And I hope I never see what your face looks like goin’
A face I swear that I could spend my whole life knowin’
Here’s to hopin'
I hope I never see what your face looks like goin’
A face I swear that I could spend my whole life knowin’
Here’s to hopin'
It’s too hard to describe this
In a way that feels honest
But even when I’m quiet
I promise
And I hope I never see what your face looks like goin’
A face I swear that I could spend my whole life knowin’
Here’s to hopin'
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