The entire world has gone to [bad word] 
But I won't let it take us with it.
Lay your head against my chest
And sing me anything from the 90s.
We'll be 15 again; on tire swings, planning sleepovers.
Cause often you need to pretend to get through this.

The entire world has gone to [bad word] 
But we don't care enough to tell.
Wrap your arms around my neck
And whisper anything that you shouldn't to me.
We'll be 15 again; cutting class and making mixtapes
Cause often you need to pretend to get through this.

To get through this life.