you want to save the world
be a hero
you're my best friend
dressed in combat boots
'Marines' on your back, on the way to pt
riding in your old Chevelle, on the way to take me home
blasting our music and singing at the top of our lungs
the wind blowing in and out of the car
because driving with the windows down makes you feel free
you make me feel free
when we walk from class to class
talking about things that don't matter
but i couldn't talk about those things with
anyone else
anyone else would look at us and say
we have the deepest fears
but with you in charge
with you by our side
there's absolutely nothing to worry about
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
you want to save the world
be a hero
you're my best friend
dressed in combat boots
'Marines' on your back, on the way to pt
riding in your old Chevelle, on the way to take me home
blasting our music and singing at the top of our lungs
the wind blowing in and out of the car
because driving with the windows down makes you feel free
you make me feel free
when we walk from class to class
talking about things that don't matter
but i couldn't talk about those things with
anyone else
anyone else would look at us and say
we have the deepest fears
but with you in charge
with you by our side
there's absolutely nothing to worry about
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