An opportunistic kind of phase
Laughing about trying to save face at the party
Where all your friends are so cool
Faded off liquor, we found our
Eyelids getting heavier
we shared a brief look and
Just gave ourselves to the night
We'll just fight to beat the ones we hate

We rose in the morning confused by
What we were mourning
for some things are better left
In the adolescence of youth
Do me a favor she said
"I'd like you to savor the taste of me
on your lips
I swear it's the last time you'll get it"

Grace do you want me
Grace till you die
Grace do you want me
Grace till you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace till you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace till you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace till you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace till you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace till you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace do you want me

Grace do you want me
Grace till you die
Grace do you want me
Grace till you die