Big dreams, gangsta

Blue jeans, white shirt walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn. It was like James Dean, for sure you're so fresh to death and sick as cancer. You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop but you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know that love is mean, and love hurts... But I still remember  that day we met in December, oh baby, I will love you till the end of time. I would wait a million years. Promise you'll remember that you're mine, Baby can you see through the tears? Love you more than those bitches before..

Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember. I will love you till the end of time.