Kind Of Living The Dream

We started in my mother's house. We didn't even play for crowds. Perhaps, we haven't come that far. But, you make feel like a star

And, when I teleport back to those green carpets and drum sets, and when we hit record on something we don't even have yet, and when we became brothers over cigarettes and caffeine, thank god we found each other 'cause we're kind of living the dream, my friends, my friends

I'm way too bossy, all the time. I freak out when everything's fine. I don't deserve your perfect love, but music's what we are made of

And, when I teleport back to those green carpets and drum sets, and when we hit record on something we don't even have yet, and when we became brothers over cigarettes and caffeine, thank god we found each other 'cause we're kind of living the dream, my friends, my friends