Lyrics Boys - bulldog eyes

Boys

Fake a smile for Southern California
Drive to Oceanside and stare out at the water
From the pier at night
The pitch black swaying makes me cold inside
I’m drunk and feeling funny on a Wednesday night
I’m high and feeling stupid on a Monday night
Good boys die young
Washed up on your shore
Passed out on my floor
Am I wrong for wanting more
Constant bliss I miss the city
And you’re on my lips
I made you cry so many times I feel like shit
I never thought it’d come to this
Our conversations always hit and miss
I’m sorry I’m sorry never cuts it does it
Good boys die young
Washed up on your shore
Passed out on my floor
Am I wrong for wanting more