MDMA in the back garden, blow our pupils up
We kissed for hours straight, well, baby, what was that?
I remember saying then, "This is the best cigarette of my life"
Well, I want you just like that
Indio haze, we're in a sandstorm, and it knocks me out
I didn't know then that you'd never be enough for—
Since l was seventeen, I gave you everything
Now, we wake from a dream