Opportunistic

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 'til you die
Grace do you want me grace 'til you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace 'til you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace 'til you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace 'til you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace 'til you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace 'til you die
Grace do you want me, you know
Grace do you want me

Grace do you want me grace 'til you die
Grace do you want me grace 'til you die