If I don’t love myself like that
Then who will?

If I don’t look at me straight
Then who will?

Who’s there throwing stones?
That is not what I came here for

But it’s me hurting myself again like always
Like always

I want gold memories
With you on a beach

I love you way more than I did before
We’re pulling through
Baby pulling

It’s like letting your hair grow
Waiting for summer
It’s like letting your skin dry and shiver

I feel much happier than I did before
I think I’m ready now

I want gold memories
With you on a beach