I like what you look like in the morning After we were out the whole night... Picture perfect fine for the photos Real you really my type I like when we put our fucking phones away Stare each other down in my room They don't need to know about the games we play Nobody compares to you Baby don't try to be Anyone else for me Ooh they don't make em like you You're the last of a dying breed... Don't try to be Anyone else for me Ooh they don't make em like you You're the last of a dying breed... Last of a dying breed, baby Last of a dying breed, baby Last of a dying breed, baby Runny mascara night terror Running through my mind all day Feel just like I'm talking to the mirror Everytime 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 Ooh they don't make em like you You're the last of a dying breed... Don't try to be Anyone else for me Ooh they don't make em like you You're the last of a dying breed... Last of a dying breed, baby Last of a dying breed, baby Last of a dying breed, baby