I want a Sunday kind of love again
Free-falling and chasing nostalgia
Got a summertime ringing in my ear
Fist-fighting with no backup plan

Passing faces on the way to the grave
Boasting about my poor taste in friends
And all we share was a kick of dopamine
Gambling like a risky comedy

What keeping me alive
Is you and your lies
Just tell me something new
I wanna feel - feel again
I wanna feel - feel again

Rewarding the past full of regrets of mine
A blissful nine-minutes of crimes
But ain’t it worth it to hear the morning chimes
Wasting last of nine lives

What keeping me alive
Is you and your lies
Just tell me something new
I wanna feel - feel again
I wanna feel - feel again

Feel again
Feel again
Feel again
Feel again