Taking time to count the tempo off, we've got a hundred miles behind us covered in exhaust. And every verse is dressed to dance and wreck romance, and every chorus kills it's chance. We've filled our lungs with miles to give you every breath. With four wheels beneath our feet we'd give you all that's left. Take your pictures down and tear me out, you know I won't be home for christmas, and take back everything you never meant to say. Your lips are a runway and mine are a plane that'd rather crash into the ocean cause I know they cause the pain. And we've got hearts of gold just so we guarantee that we'd sink beneath the memory of all your diaries. They're dated and inked in every kiss you never gave. The summer sun would wear out every single page