I'm always running because I want time
Count on my fingers and toes
Learning to be someone exciting
Trying on all these new clothes
Try to forgive every mistake
It's funny how little we learn
I'm scared of not changing when I need to
You're still my favorite burn
But I'm too scared of facing my flaws
Stay forever like you're my plastic straw
Can't stop crying and singing the blues
That might explain all this sand in my shoes
Driving around with no purpose
Dreaming of wishing on stars
Maybe we'll remember
Driving ourselves to the bar
I hate going nowhere
Just as much as you hate sitting down
I don't know what to say now
I'm just gonna miss having you around
Are you tired yet? Is this getting old?
Do you feel like the northeast is too cold?
Oh I feel like I'm still so close to you
Then why do I still feel all this sand in my shoes?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Do you think of those cool July nights?
Sit on mountaintops, wishing that we could fight
But I'm still here, way too scared to lose
You're my favorite, but you're sand in my shoes
You're my person, oh you're sand in my shoes
You're my favorite, you're the sand in my shoes