Throwing rocks at your window at midnight
You met me in your backyard that night
In the moonlight you looked just like an angel in disguise
My whole life seemed like a postcard
MAKING ALL OUR PLANS IN THE SANTA CRUZ SAND THAT NIGHT
I THOUGHT I HAD YOU IN THE PALM OF MY HAND THAT NIGHT
SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS 'TIL MY CHEST FELT TIGHT
I TOLD MYSELF THAT I'M NEVER GONNA BE ALRIIIIGGGHHHHTTTTT