Take me to your best friends house in TriBeCa You know that were dead if we get caught You say that he's off somewhere in the Bahamas We joke that soon, paradise will be_ours
And_I_don't know if_Ill miss ya_or hate ya but youll be Stuck in my mind none the less And I dont know how itll happen but I Know that its gonna end
Cause were just kids, we know nothing Holding hands to feel something Kiss me in the backseat of your car Hold our breath till its over God, I cant wait to be older How do we know everything and nothing at all?