| Coconut chewing gum |
| Insecurely on your tongue |
| Bumpin' up cause we were young |
| And we wanna |
| Strung out Juliet |
| My initials on her neck |
| And when the sweat fell off her chest |
| I thought I owned her |
| And when you wanted redemption, I was suicide |
| And you where somewhere hide inside |
| I wonder where we’ve come to been |
| Screamin out loud on safety pins |
| All the crooked maps we made |
| Locked in 1998 |
| Tap on clap on candle wax |
| Smell of that perfume takes me back |
| All the crooked tracks we laid |
| Locked in 1998 |
| Oh oh oh oh oh… |
| Poloroid memories |
| And the sound of libertines |
| Your sarcastic lips on me |
| Are slightly open |
| Peter Pan ecstasy |
| Tinker Bell on LSD |
| Innocent insanity |
| Of empty ocean, the ocean wide |
| And when you wanted redemption, I was suicide |
| And you were somewhere hide inside |
| I wonder where we’ve come to been |
| Screamin' out loud on safety pins |
| All the crooked maps we made |
| Locked in 1998 |
| Tap one clap one candle wax |
| Smell of that perfume takes me back |
| All the crooked tracks we laid |
| Locked in 1998 |
| I dont know how we got here |
| Well get back there |
| I dont know how we got here |
| Well get back there |
| I wonder where we’ve come to been |
| Screamin' out loud on safety pins |
| All the crooked maps we made |
| Locked in 1998 |
| Tap on clap on candle wax |
| Smell of that perfume takes me back |
| All the crooked tracks we laid |
| Locked in 1998 |
| Oh oh oh oh oh… |