1: Drew home, how's your summer been?I heard you

: Emily them we areShow them we areShow them

from the east side of AmericaWhere we choose pride

AmericaThis is us, this is from

into the bright lights most nights, now or neverAlways and

were so young when we thought that we knew

hit a wallRight now, I need a miracleHurry up

don't let me downDon't let me downDon't let me

to my last match fireI'll touch just to feelWhy's

to my last match fireI'll touch just to feelWhy's

Selfie, Selfie, Selfie, Selfie, Selfie, Selfie, Selfie, Selfie, Selfie, Selfie,

hit the club, throw it, throw it, throw it

1: Phoebe Ryan & Andrew flames with fireHang onto

weekend since you've been goneIt doesn't feel like it's

ohSo far, so goodMmm, oh, You only say you

go through your iPad looking forSomething that I

1: Andrew first day of spring, the city's feeling

the town full of fancy cars andCrowded bars and supermodelsLooks

Verse:I'll tell you a story before it tells itselfI’ll lay out

don't sleep, we come aliveWe run the niteLiving like we