Phoebe Bridgers - Lost Boys

[Intro]
(Lost boys)

On a motorbike, 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