Do you remember the taste of my lips that night

I stole a bit of my mother’s perfume?

'Cause I remember when my father put his fist through the wall

That separated the dining room

And I remember the fear in your eyes

The very first time we snuck into the city pool

Late December, with my heart in my chest

And the clouds of my breath

Didn’t know where we were running to

But don’t look back

Oh, we’ll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights

'Til our wide eyes burn blind

We’ll be lacing the same shoes that we’ve worn through

To the bottom of the line

And we know that we’re headstrong

And our heart’s gone

And the timing’s never right

But for now let’s get away

On a Roman holiday

Could you imagine the taste of your lips if we never tried to kiss on the drive

to Queens?

'Cause I imagine the weight of your ribs if you lied between my hips in the

backseat

I imagine the tears in your eyes

The very first night I’ll sleep without you

And when it happens I’ll be miles away

And a few months late

Didn’t know where I was running to

But I won’t look back