Pretty little thing Are you still suffering Sitting in the backseat Of your mother's SUV And you don't wanna surrender to the ache Shadows fall across your face Think I'd almost forgotten how my youth calls back to me Mascara Staying up all night long Listening to The 1975 Screaming out your lungs Call it bittersweet Does it make you feel some type of way While you sink into the backseat Time had left to decay And you don't wanna surrender to the ache Shadows fall across your face Think I'd almost forgotten how my youth calls back to me Mascara Staying up all night long Listening to The 1975 Screaming out your lungs Mascara Youth undone Come back to me Again I wanna feel it oh I wanna feel it again I wanna feel it oh I wanna feel it again