If I don’t love myself like that Then who will? If I don’t look at me straight Then who will? Who’s there throwing stones? That is not what I came here for But it’s me hurting myself again like always Like always I want gold memories With you on a beach I love you way more than I did before We’re pulling through Baby pulling It’s like letting your hair grow Waiting for summer It’s like letting your skin dry and shiver I feel much happier than I did before I think I’m ready now I want gold memories With you on a beach