Our love so bold, incendiary and new
We're too young, we peak too soon
Your mom and papa hold me dear
Roll in the hay with dreadful infidels
What are we to do?
We're too young and we believe
I wonder who'll be the first to burn in this beautiful decay
But your path will still remain economy, econo you
We make mistakes, we make mix tapes
Is there a sliding scale in hell?
But who am I to preach this game we play?
Married young, what's done is done
Married young, what's done is done
Oh, what are we to do?
Our love is a young, wholesome and healthy enterprise
Does the devil grade on a curve?
Our Swedish furnishings are splintering
Now sleuth's deduction need attain the way
We'll be our first, our only
We started playing house too soon it seems
What are we to do?
So t-t-trust me, trust me, dear
