[Verse 1] Lying on your back Plastic stars on the ceiling You trace one with your finger Say "I kinda like this feeling" Your hoodie on my floor My heart in your back pocket We’re talking big philosophies While you play with my locket [Pre-Chorus] You say "Growing up’s a trap" I say "Maybe we’re the bait" You laugh and bite your lip Ask "You coming home late?" [Chorus] Bedroom stars Glow when we kill the light You say it’s getting hard Just keeping it all inside We’re tangled in the dark Between the sheets and battle scars Life got weird in the backseat of your car Now we’re making wishes On bedroom stars [Verse 2] Homework in a heap Right next to your skirt You call it higher learning How you study all my shirts (oh wow) Your parents think we’re pure We’re "just watching a show" We hit pause every five minutes Guess we like it slow [Pre-Chorus] You say "Promise me you’ll stay" I say "Show me how you swear" You trace a cross upon my chest Yeah Worship everywhere [Chorus] Bedroom stars Glow when we kill the light You say it’s getting hard Just keeping it all inside We’re tangled in the dark Between the sheets and battle scars Life got weird in the backseat of your car Now we’re making wishes On bedroom stars [Bridge] You climb on top of all my doubts Barely leave me space to breathe Say "Tell me what you really want" I say "You’re sitting on the dream" (hey!) If growing up means losing this I’ll stay a kid inside your bed ‘Cause every time you roll your hips I forget what I just said [Chorus] Bedroom stars Glow when we kill the light You say it’s getting hard Just keeping it all inside We’re tangled in the dark Between the sheets and battle scars Life got weird in the backseat of your car Now we’re making wishes On bedroom stars

rock, Crunchy pop-punk band with female lead and gang vocals; chugging palm-muted guitars in the verses that explode into wide-open power chords on the hook. Tight, punchy drums push an upbeat tempo; bass locks with the kick for bounce. Call-and-response mixed vocals in pre-chorus, big stacked harmonies on the title line. Short middle-eight drops to half-time with tom-heavy groove, then slam back into the final chorus., punk, pop

Bedroom Stars