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