Heaven knows
You’ve always been La Vie en rose
Oh the color when you puckered slow
Four in the morning comes a purple glow

And I kissed too fast
Guess I was worried that this wouldn’t last
Oh the summer in your cheeks brushed past
How the seasons seem to slip through my grasp

When it comes to the moment
My enjoyment is hopeless
Every time I’m out smoking
My worry is near
But if I want this so badly
Am I just scared to be happy
I put my faith in the back seat
And drive with blind fear

Holy Smokes
Queen of my junior high hopes
Get in your bug and drive yoursеlf back home
Leave mе speechless on the side of the road

Cause I can put this back down
All the junior high love I found
In a birthday card cut out
Of some memories I’m reading through now
I guess I’m addicted
To pipes and paranoid visions
To guilt over girls I’ve been kissing
And missing the point
Hell-bent on suppressing
All these godsends and blessings
That come in some form of lesson
And some form of joy

You’re leaving Richmond
Never known a girl more driven
Still you miss every minute in Britain
All your friends and the wild living

Here comes the end of the season
Bumming smokes off of Jesus
Not every cigarette is a demon
If it feels right, then it’s reasoned