But here's to being us
Neither of us knew what we wanted
But all we knew is how we cared
Still all we painted was a moment
And when I walked away
I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me
And when I walked away
I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me
You're so bad at holding water
Slips right through your fingers
We'd both end up drowning
It would hit the ground
And then the path would wash away
Wash away