Phoebe Bridgers - Liberty Tree

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 lifting up my shirt Not getting 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 Falling in love that night After our fight And the past is looking brighter all the time

I'm running through the airport now Still putting on my shoes Not feeling 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