Living in Sepia Video (MV)

Holding hands, chewing gum
Trying to keep feet on the sidewalk
Chalk art, smile lines
You've got the eyes of one who loves
Mom jeans, crooked teeth
Making believe we're still seventeen
Carrot cake, no more fatal mistakes
I say I'll see twenty eight

Living in sepia
I'm living in sepia
Fading gold still glitters
Living in sepia

Dance dance dance
I wanna be your Patrick Swayze baby
Hipster glasses, sunburned asses
Oh wait hipsters don't tan

I wanna be real
I wanna feel
I wanna cry
Holding you in my arms
And believe that you'll be okay

You can go back to school next year
You can be clean
I wanna be soapy clean
I left three voicemails
Nobody checks those anymore
And if you give a knock on her door
She'll probably call the cops

Living in sepia
I'm living in sepia
Fading gold still glitters
Living in sepia

You're right here in front of me
I'm seeing you but I'm trying to think about me
Crushing up last nights monologue
And shoving it up my ass
I never pass the class
I never pass the class
My presence is electric but I'm an acoustic soul
Like a city girl
Trapped in a sad country boy
I'm frightening (I'm frightened)
Not to anyone else, just me
I think I'm dangerous and that excites me
But the craziest thing I've ever done was hurt you

Living in sepia
I'm living in sepia
Fading gold still glitters
Living in sepia