Die Right Here
She was a stoner
And I'm a good boy
A loner, but she's a socialite
From Minnesota
Sipping on rum and soda
So sweet like Coca-Cola
Oh, my
And I don't know what she sees in me
We're opposites in ecstasy
So call me dumb or just lucky
But I forget to breathe, uh
I feel like I could die right here
Kiss you on the neck, and shed a single tear
No one would notice if we disappeared
Romantic, hopeless
I could die right here
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ooh (ooh, ooh, die, I could die right here)
Ah-ah-ah-ooh (ooh, ooh, die, I could die right here)
Ah-ah-ah-ooh (ooh, ooh, die, I could die right here)
Ah-ah-ah-ooh (ooh, ooh, die, I could die right here)
I could die right here
She looks like fireworks (fireworks)
Against a red sky
No words (no words)
Could ever do her justice
My favorite color is her
Skin in the summer like gold
And cocoa butter
Oh, my (oh, my)
And I don't know what she sees in me
We're opposites in ecstasy (oh, yeah)
So call me dumb or just lucky
But I forget to breathe, uh
I feel like I could die right here
Kiss you on the neck, and shed a single tear
No one would notice if we disappeared
Romantic, hopeless
I could die right here
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ooh)
I feel like I could die right here, die right here
(Ooh) like I could die right here, die right here
(Ooh) I'll shed a single tear and disappear, 'cause I could
I could die right here
And I'm a good boy
A loner, but she's a socialite
From Minnesota
Sipping on rum and soda
So sweet like Coca-Cola
Oh, my
And I don't know what she sees in me
We're opposites in ecstasy
So call me dumb or just lucky
But I forget to breathe, uh
I feel like I could die right here
Kiss you on the neck, and shed a single tear
No one would notice if we disappeared
Romantic, hopeless
I could die right here
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ooh (ooh, ooh, die, I could die right here)
Ah-ah-ah-ooh (ooh, ooh, die, I could die right here)
Ah-ah-ah-ooh (ooh, ooh, die, I could die right here)
Ah-ah-ah-ooh (ooh, ooh, die, I could die right here)
I could die right here
She looks like fireworks (fireworks)
Against a red sky
No words (no words)
Could ever do her justice
My favorite color is her
Skin in the summer like gold
And cocoa butter
Oh, my (oh, my)
And I don't know what she sees in me
We're opposites in ecstasy (oh, yeah)
So call me dumb or just lucky
But I forget to breathe, uh
I feel like I could die right here
Kiss you on the neck, and shed a single tear
No one would notice if we disappeared
Romantic, hopeless
I could die right here
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ooh)
I feel like I could die right here, die right here
(Ooh) like I could die right here, die right here
(Ooh) I'll shed a single tear and disappear, 'cause I could
I could die right here
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Geller, Jonathan Bach, Jordan Palmer, Grant Sayler, David Hugo
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