Pink Summer

From the beat of my heart to the tips of my fingers
From the length of my hair to a warm warmth that lingers
In the days where it gets to hot to be happy
All the moments with safety a blanket wrap me

From the seas where we ran in the water that's blue
All the planes where I fell asleep next to you
And maybe this will kill us
And maybe this will kill us
What a way to die
What a way to die

It's not how much you love
It's how much you are loved
It's how much you are loved

My parent's house memories float in the corner
Your best friend's waiting where the sun spills over
To those we feel we don't know anymore
Or friends we know we couldn't love anymore

In the basement filled store you're sicced and patted
A band wrapped so tightly you can't help but snap it
And maybe this will kill us
And maybe this will kill us
What a way to die
What a way to die

It's not how much you love
It's how much you are loved
It's how much you are loved

So shall we ache
Or shall we break
Or shall we live
(Maybe this will kill us)
(Maybe this will kill us)
So shall we ache
Or shall we break
Or shall we live
(What a way to die)
(What a way to die)

So shall we ache
Or shall we break
Or shall we live
(Maybe this will kill us)
(Maybe this will kill us)
So shall we ache
Or shall we break
Or shall we live
(What a way to die)

It's not how much you love
It's how much you are loved
It's how much you are loved

It's not how much you love
It's how much you are loved
It's how much you are loved