she asked where the pink skies
turn to red lies
i don’t know where, i don’t know where
pete says there’s no difference, it’s you n me and our breath
but i don’t care, but i don’t care
but i’m not ready to give this up
your fresh tattoo and malibu
me and you jumping into the blue
night is coming the sun is leaving us
but where we’re going it can’t catch us
the wind we’re breathing the shirts we’re tearing up we’re
scrapin elbows and leaving blood
im not ready to give this up
your fresh tattoo and malibu
me and you jumping into the blue
but i’m not ready to give this up
your fresh tattoo and malibu
me and you jumping into the blue
your dads old shoes and stars you choose
me and you jumping into the blue