Lyrics:

We were at a festival
Inside my centrefold was only you
August sun and chemicals
Faded love confessionals all afternoon

Then I took too many drugs
And I made you miss all of Neil young
You rubbed my back while I threw up
I thought to myself this is love

Youre still my favourite
And I hope we make it
Lets call it saving the best for last
Im wide awake with
A feeling Im chasing
Praying dont be part of the past

We were on the ferris wheel
Our favourite bands had no appeal inside that state
Might be the most Ill ever feel
Ive come to terms with that now
And its okay

Youre still my favourite
And I hope we make it
Lets call it saving the best for last
You poured the pavement
I cant replace it, now Im
Praying dont be part of the past