Hippo Campus - Oppotunistic

An opportunistic kind of phase
Laughing about trying to save face at the party
Where all your friends are so cool

Faded off liquor we found our
Eyelids getting heavier
We shared a brief look and just gave ourselves to the night

We'll just fight to be the ones we hate

We rose in the morning
Confused by what we were mourning
For some things are better left in the adolescence of youth

Do me a favor, she said
I'd like you to savor the taste of me on your lips
I swear it's the last that you'll get

Grace do you want me, grace till you die