Back To Mars

Ask me again, are we friends or are we something more? Doesn't it hurt to think about how we were just before? Doesn't matter if sometimes we cannot stick to being friends Doesn't matter if we break up just to act all fine again Take me to the South of France Where we could just be old friends We'd go to the beach and you could braid my hair You could braid my hair --- Back to Mars - beabadoobee