James Dean

Me and her, we’re living in a movie scene
The colors are beautiful, retro vibe on the screen
Rebelling for nothing, no cause in sight
We’re hitting the gas hard, hard, hard to escape this life
Me and her, we showed up at the wrong time
And that’s why we’re stuck together, just a wild ride
Running from ourselves, we’re scared but we run
There’s a life inside us that we haven’t even begun

With you, I forget who I am
I feel like I’m James Dean
A '60s convertible car
And your hands up in the air, your hair flying free
With you, I forget who I am
I feel like I’m James Dean
A '60s convertible car
And your hands up in the air, your hair flying free

Me and her, we’re living inside an old radio song
No two tunes are the same, they all feel wrong
The sound is crackling loud, but the music’s real
They sing about flowers, the sun, and how to feel
Me and her, we’re flawed in a perfect world
People wear masks, hiding what’s unfurled
It’s the first time I’ve been me in years
I’ve got a past, she does too, and we’re not ashamed, no fears

With you, I forget who I am
I feel like I’m James Dean
A '60s convertible car
And your hands up in the air, your hair flying free
With you, I forget who I am
I feel like I’m James Dean
A '60s convertible car
And your hands up in the air, your hair flying free

I love her like people stopped believing in love
I gave her my heart, we split it in two
We wrote our names and made it a tattoo
Like in the movies, we ran away, and we’re not coming back

With you, I forget who I am
I feel like I’m James Dean
A '60s convertible car
And your hands up in the air, your hair flying free
With you, I forget who I am
I feel like I’m James Dean
A '60s convertible car
And your hands up in the air, your hair flying free