Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

Come with me.
We took a back road, we're gonna look at the stars.
We took a backroad in my car.
Down to the ocean, it’s only water and sand and in the ocean we'll hold hands.

But I don't really like you, apologetically dressed in the best, but on a heartbeat glide.
Without an answer, the thunder speaks for the sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.

And on the cold, wet dirt I cry.

Don’t you wanna come with me? Don’t you wanna feel my bones
on your bones? It's only natural.

A cinematic vision ensued like the holiest dream.
It's someone's calling? An angel whispers my name but the message relayed is the same:
“Wait till tomorrow,you'll be fine."
But it's gone to the dogs in my mind.
I always hear them when the dead of night comes calling to save me from this fight.
But they can never wrong this right.