Stories

Not your average summer, making out in cars
You haven't lived an ordinary life, at least so far
Sitting in my kitchen, piercing emerald eyes
Telling me the Earth is flat, the sky is not the sky
And I could say I know you're wrong
But, honestly

I've never been to Heaven, never been to Hell
Who am I to tell you what exists
And what stories we just tell ourselves?
Like we can travel back in time
It's all off the table until someonе somewhere provеs it right
Proves it right

Every urban legend had to start somewhere
So maybe what you're saying will be talked about in years
So we can sit and we can talk
And say that June comes after August
And the moon is just a dot at a distance we can walk to
And your father never left you
And your mother always wanted to be sober, to be constant
Oh, honestly

I've never been to Heaven, never been to Hell
Who am I to tell you what exists
And what stories we just tell ourselves?
Like we can travel back in time
It's all off the table until someone somewhere proves it right
Proves it right
It's all off the table until someone somewhere proves it right
Proves it right

It goes, it goes for anybody
Who knows, who knows anything
One sky, endless imagination
Nothing, nothing is everything
It goes, it goes for anybody
Who knows, who knows anything
One sky, endless imagination
Nothing, nothing is everything