Thrifted polos, high-waisted jeans
Feeling like models in those old magazines
Sneaking out windows and sleeping in cars
Pose for your photo or laugh behind bars
Where we go, no one knows
Empty eyes, vintage clothes
Jumping fences, loving blind
Broken records, can't rewind
Moving cities, chasing rhymes
Wearing vintage, biding time
Crowded lectures, vacant stares
Lacing up sneakers, running out of air
Clouded headlights, neon skies
Grab my hand, now take me by surprise
Where we go, no one knows
Empty eyes, vintage clothes
Jumping fences, loving blind
Broken records, can't rewind
Moving cities, chasing rhymes
Wearing vintage, biding time
Jumping fences, loving blind
Broken records, can't rewind
Moving cities, chasing rhymes
Wearing vintage, biding time
Denim and smoke
Words start to choke
Where we'll go, no one knows
Empty eyes, vintage clothes
Jumping fences, loving blind
Broken records, can't rewind
Moving cities, chasing rhymes
Wearing vintage, biding time
Jumping fences, loving blind
Broken records, can't rewind
Moving cities, chasing rhymes
Wearing vintage, biding time
Wearing vintage, biding time
We're wearing vintage, biding time