Dying Breed - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Fuck, fuck

I like what you look like in the morning (In the morning, yeah)

After we were out the whole night (Whole night)

Picture perfect fine for the photos (Photo fine, babe)

You real, you are really my type, uh

I like when we put our fucking phones away

Stare each other down in my room

Yeah, they don't need to know about the games we play

Nobody compares to you, yeah

Baby don't try to be, anyone else for me

Oh, they don't make 'em like you

You're the last of a dying breed

Don't try to be, anyone else for me

Oh, they don't make 'em like you

You're the last, last of a dying breed, baby

Last of a dying breed, baby

Runny mascara night terror

Break into my mind all day

Feel just like I'm talking to the mirror

Every time you look my way

I like when we put the fucking past away

Stories got way too old

You're making me feel like I was a castaway

Coming inside from the cold

Baby don't try to be, anyone else for me

Oh, they don't make 'em like you

You're the last of a dying breed

Don't try to be, anyone else for me

Oh, they don't make 'em like you

You're the last, last of a dying breed, baby

Last of a dying breed, baby