Karaoké Lost Boys Phoebe Bridgers

On a motorbike

Doin' ninety in a fifty-five

To another life

Where they make you cut your hair

Impatient with a rifle and your papers

Weightless but not scared

This machine is killin' me

I pretended it was make believe

Lost boys

Never grow up

Never go home

Lost boys

Never spend their lunch money

Yeah heh

Lost boys

Never grow up

Never get old

Lost boys

Find me

That one time in East Berlin when you threw a tantrum with a fifty-seven

And broke a rib

You told me you wish you were dead

But I don't believe that

I still wonder how you're sleepin'

And I don't feel bad but I'm sorry

This machine is killin' me

I pretended it was make believe

Lost boys

Never grow up

Never go home

Lost boys

Never spend their lunch money

Yeah heh

Lost boys

Never grow up

Never get old

Lost boys

Find me

In a twin bed where all will be forgiven in an instant

Hands in each other's hair

We are born again

So who cares where we're goin'

In the mornin' you are not there

Lost boys

Never grow up

Never go home

Lost boys

Never spend their lunch money

Yeah heh

Lost boys

Never grow up

Never get old

Lost boys

Come find me

Yeah eh heh eh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah eh heh eh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah eh heh eh