There she was
The pretty girl at the party
In line at the bathroom
I said let’s talk
But, my liquid confidence is wearing off
Something so sweet, it’s tragic
I bet devils love ya, but I’m not sure
With a laugh that pure
Flames in your eyes I’d love to meet
I miss the look on your face
Lost in a summer haze
Feeling like it’s Coachella
Every weekend
With free spirits
Bound to the flowers on your head
And I loved the way you danced and sang
Oh, I miss the way we danced and sang