Stefanie Scott

Five minutes 'till the curtain goes up And how I hate myself for thinking of you So in the past, but the memory lasts Of how you hated everything that I do You never paid attention To dreams I'd mention You'd just go out your way to simply ignore You

ey, ey, ey ya know brown-eyed boy I called ya knew you weren't from California we just met when you took my hand and said hey let's go I don't wanna let you go ripped jeans playing guitar as we both laid under the stars you look up to the sky and say