Phoebe Bridgers Lost Boys

On a motor bike, doing 90 in a 55 To another life where they make you cut your hair Impatient with a rifle and your papers Weightless but not scared This machine is killing me I pretended it was make-believe Lost boys Never grow up, never go home Lost boys Never spend their lunch money, yeah Lost boys Never grow up, never get old Lost boys Find me That one time in East Berlin Whеn you threw a tantrum with a .57, and broke a rib You told me you wish you wеre dead But I don't believe that I still wonder how you're sleeping And I don't feel bad, but I'm sorry This machine is killing me I pretended it was make-believe Lost boys Never grow up, never go home Lost boys Never spend their lunch money, yeah Lost boys Never grow up, never get old Lost boys Find me In a twin bed Where all will be forgiven in an instant Hands in each other's hair We are born again So who cares where we're going? In the morning you were not there One, two, three, woo, ah Lost boys Never grow up, never go home Lost boys Never spend their lunch money, yeah Lost boys Never give up, never get old Lost boys Come find me, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah