Liberty Tree Mall
In the photo booth
This place is dying
We don't care if we're living proof
I'm sticking out my tongue
And liftin' up my shirt
Not gettin' any younger, honey
But if we don't try, how can we be sure?

You were made in the image of God
But you look like your mom in this picture of us
Fallin' in love that night after our fight
And the past is lookin' brighter all the time

(La-la, la-la)
(Ooh)

I'm running through the airport
Still putting on my shoes
Not feelin' any better
I got too much money and nothing to lose

I was alone with my thoughts in an outline of chalk
Flying close to the Sun with my sunglasses on
Don't die, Bobby, before I die
It feels so good to have you in my life

(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)