So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over, if the high winds make the game

Got a long list of ex -lovers, they tell you I'm insane

Cause you know I love the players, but you love the game

Oh, oh, oh, midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Bone dry, could end in burning flames or paradise

Cause we're young and we're reckless, we'll take this way too far

You leave you breathless, with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex -lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane

But I got a blank space, baby

I got that James Dean daydream, look in my eye

You got that red lip classic, thing that I like

When we go crashing down, we come back every time

Never go out of style, out of style

Fade into you

It's been a while since I've even heard from you

I should just say to leave cause I know exactly where it leads

But I watch us go round and round and round each time

I got that James Dean daydream, look in my eye

You got that red lip classic, thing that I like

When we go crashing down, we come back every time

Never go out of style, out of style

Cause we're young and we're reckless, we'll take this way too far

You leave you breathless, with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex -lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane

But I got a blank space, baby

Out of style

And all right, you know you

Oh, midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise