It was Love in the 90s

We can live in little boxes in the hills baby that's what I call the life Cheap champagne thrills Skin sticking to the fake leather backseat of your car drunk on your sweet sweat Up all night waffle house coffee Lost in admiration, hanging on your dimestore philosophy This love smells like vinyl flannel shirts in the sunset walking through the knee high grass We never got to sit high on that hillside, every time I turned around you got further away