The smell of cigarette smoke hangs in our hair,
but we won't wash it out cause we don't care at all,
not for now.

With the taste of alcohol on our teeth and the smell of someone else on our sheets, we'll sleep, till tomorrow.

We'd give everything for the ones that we're with,
that's how we know what love truly is, yeah I, think that we know.

Sometimes I wish we were on the moon so our footprints in the sand wouldn't fade so soon, oh how, how I wish.

Oh, oh a woah oh. Oh oh oh, oh a woah.

(I was singing this to myself today on my way back home and ahh, so many memories, tear... But winter breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak, and jamie and johanna make me smile. :D)