Skirt Wednesday - Timeshares

I don’t believe in young love

Holding on so tight

Desperately to anything like a fucking parasite

You could be across the room or across the sea

We could still agree on one thing

I don’t believe in young love

Embering with breath baited

Laughing and mistaken

So if you ever felt that burn

That was me waiting

But not anymore

You could be across the room or across the sea

Somewhere on the moon or in some small city

Out in the Midwest or lying next to me

We could still agree on one thing

I don’t believe in young love