Better at Being Young Video (MV)

Close my eyes for a minute
Woke up, summer was finished
How's it gone in an instant
Twisted, distant

I remember those cold hands
And he tasted like stale grass
Lasted long as a quick drag
Oh man, God damn

Red eyes, teeth marks, hushed tones fill up my lungs
Motels, gold stars, dead phones, where can I run
Cause I was better at being young
When I first saw the skyline
City lit by the traffic
Made the weekend a classic
Manic, addict
Gonna lay down my body cold
Maybe be someone else
Remember what I wanted
When it was still OK to want it
Red eyes, crushed bones, mouth guards
Bad dreams, sweet hearts, twin beds