Young, Dumb, and in Love Lyrics

I hold the letter to my chest to fall asleep at night

And when you start to write you're sorry

I get butterflies

I've got a pencil in my pocket

For when paper perfection strikes

An extra day to figure out what to say

So that I can write it right

And when you're young, dumb, and in love

It's hard to make sense of anything

And when you're young, dumb, and in love

It's better to pretend that it doesn't exist

You know the mail don't go out on Sundays

In the grand scheme of things, we're kids

Playing games, making names, yeah

Our words always stayed unspoken

We'd tell ourselves the biggest fibs

By the fire, summertime of juvenile

You scribble you wanna stargaze

Go back to when we were in denial

Oh– we used to make sunny days our way

When you're young, dumb, and in love

It's hard to make sense of anything

And when you're young, dumb, and in love

It's better to pretend that it doesn't exist

You know the mail don't go out on Sundays

Woo hoo

And when I write I miss you do I mean it

And when I write I love you do you feel it

And when you write that you miss me, I believe it

And when you write that you love me I am screaming

And when you're young, dumb, and in love

It's hard to make sense of anything

And when you're young, dumb, and in love

It's better to pretend that it doesn't exist

And when you're young, dumb, and in love

It's hard to make sense of anything

You know the mail don't go out on Sundays

Oh, you know the mail don't go out on Sundays

Woo hoo

Woo hoo