Out in the crowd I wanna pick you out.
Got a mouth like a motel.
Body like a bus route.
You can be the reason.
I can be the season.
I keep you warm like a summer night when you're freezing.
We're a collision.
Yea, we are the last of our kind.
These bad decisions with you I can make them all night.
Feel through the night.
Model in the candlelight.
You're my favorite lie.
I'm a fool. I'm out of my mind.

Girl you make my bones fall out my dirty clothes.
You're just a criminal to me.
You're just what I need.
I'll be the rock you be the roll baby.
Light the dark in my soul up like a strobe.
Maybe I love how you push and pull.
We're not lovers baby we're just wolves.

You'll be the teeth I'll be the skin baby.
Tear me apart bite into me.
Maybe I love how you push and pull.
We're not lovers baby we're just wolves.

I'll be the mess. You're the little black dress.
That heart in your chest, like a fire in a furnace.
You're wild like you know, style in your snows.
You stalk like you talk and you pour like that XO.
I want you to know I need the way your eyes roll like a pack of wolves while they're circling to take you.
I tore into this now you'll be all I can taste.
You're my holy kiss.
You're my faith.
You're my bible.

Lyrics submitted by ShaunDivineyIsAWhore, edited by mrsguppiepants

Young Wolves song meanings
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