i don't know what true love isnbut i hope it's something just like thisnand even bloodshot your eyesnare as pretty as the morning sunrisennwell i could sit here with you for hoursncause the spot smells like smoke andnyour hair smells like flowers andni wouldn't have it anyother waynnwell i could sit here with you for daysncause you're so funny drunk and i knownthat nothing ever staysnnso let's pop the cap off another corona andnfit that rebel teen personancause every thought i getnmakes my catholic morals have a fit