Here is Place We Were Made Lyrics by Maisie Peters Saturday night, living the dream Ordering drinks with your brother's ID Pretending we like someone's girlfriends band Put on our boots, carry our heels Stumbling home over the field Gin from a bottle stolen from her dad You smoke to choke the feeling 'Til the walls don't need a ceiling All we talk about is leaving All that I know is No matter how far away This is the place we were made I know...
