Bruise - Ryan Beatty

This is not real, this is a memory

A real memory

Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me

I wanna feel you shine

Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me

I wanna feel you shine on me

And he dances, and he dances, and he dances

That’s my man

And he dances, and he dances, and he dances

That’s my man

I went to a dance with my high school girlfriend

Left from a dance without my high school girlfriend

Give me the chance and I can read you the stories

Burning the books 'cause life fucking bores me

So she’s out there slow dancing to the song

And we’re in the boys bathroom, making out, yeah

Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me

I wanna feel you shine

Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me

I wanna feel you shine on me

And he dances, and he dances, and he dances

That’s my man

And he dances, and he dances, and he dances

That’s my man

Boy in jeans with the bleach blonde imagery

Boy in jeans, 1995 fantasy

Do your thing, fuck it up, feel the melody

Dance with me, dance with me

Pony boy ride on, ride on, ride on me

In my dreams, in my fucking dreams

Pony boy ride on, ride on, ride on me

In my dreams, in my fucking dreams

Now she’s crying on my shoulder

'Cause I left her alone

I’m selfish, 'cause all I can think about is you

Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me

I wanna feel you shine

Super star, I wanna feel you shine on me

I wanna feel you shine on me

And he dances, and he dances, and he dances

That’s my man

In my dreams, in my fucking dreams

And he dances, and he dances, and he dances

That’s my man

In my dreams, in my fucking dreams

I already miss him

I already miss him, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck