Songtext von Oppotunistic

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 be 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 that you'll get Grace do you want me, grace till you die