[Verse 1]
Sunshine, park bench
Teeth baby, I've spent my last dollar on your beer
Trailer's waiting for our making, death cab’s already done
Jackets leather, ready as ever
Holding hands in glory
Peace out, goshen, who needs the ocean
You’re my weekend story

[Verse 2]
Pull out, hot stuff
Damn straight, you’re tough, too hip, almost boring
Be well, godspeed, I’ll call maybe
You’re my weekend story