Let's talk about the weather
Cause my sweater covers all my fucking shame
This is warmer than September
And the city who I love might be to blame
I'll send my cavalry
Hide and seek
Count to three and be a man
It's the nights that set you free
Who are we?
Who are we to be ashamed?
The ghost of summers past
Is scrolling through my phone, what a pain in the ass
Naked on the grass
Freedom isn't complementary
Growing up is not what I learned in class
Well it came to me at last
All of me
My body is in the past
And if that's what makes my name
Who are we?
Who are we to be ashamed?
I'm wading through my dream
By the quay
You found me in this state
This night just set me free
Who are we?
Who are we to be ashamed?
So we talked about the weather
And that night I burst my lungs just yelling your name
