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I wonder what I am made of
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I got a hundred old secrets locked up inside my old teenage brain
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You put me underneath the Christmas tree
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I still want you to believe in infinity
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Just because
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And I'm breaking my back just to run into you
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What part of me are you just not attracted to?
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My voice is all that I got
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You think that I think I sound like God
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But I got the microphone and you don't
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Got all the right words up in my throat
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And I stepped out of line with myself
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And I opened my eyes to someone else
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Truth is I wrecked a home and a house
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It beats me up when I remember making out in cars
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If that light is not turning green
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I'd rather feel your teenage breath on me anyday
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My voice is all that I got
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You think that I think I sound like God
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You think that I think I sound like God
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You think that I think I sound like God
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You think that I think I sound like God
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You think that I think I sound like God
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You think that I think I sound like God
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And I just want to go outside with you
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I just want to talk to you
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Cause talking's what I'm good at
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Yeah it's what I'm good at
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Let me take you over
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Let me get you sober
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And out of these wet clothes
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You got a bloody nose
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You're fighting over me again
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But you know you're my best friend
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Nobody's breaking that trend
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Just want to go outside with you
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Let me go outside with you
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