淫蕩海星不吃早餐

Saturday used to be our date
Little green light man counting back
French fries winds blowing our hair
My dear coke (drop dead)
(We thought) everythings gonna be perfect
Something hurts still bleeding inside us
If we disappear would they care
Once the stars theyre shining like our tears
Would the future be like (this)
(We thought) everythings gonna be perfect
As we run away
Nothing would rewind
Still we are blind
As we run away
We wont deny
That we wont back