Lyrics Skirt Wednesday - Timeshares

Skirt Wednesday

I don’t believe in young love
Holding on so tight
Desperately to anything like a fucking parasite
You could be across the room or across the sea
We could still agree on one thing
I don’t believe in young love
Embering with breath baited
Laughing and mistaken
So if you ever felt that burn
That was me waiting
But not anymore
You could be across the room or across the sea
Somewhere on the moon or in some small city
Out in the Midwest or lying next to me
We could still agree on one thing
I don’t believe in young love