I wonder what I am made of I got a hundred old secrets locked up inside my old teenage brain You put me underneath the Christmas tree I still want you to believe in infinity Just because And I'm breaking my back just to run into you What part of me are you just not attracted to?
My voice is all that I got You think that I think I sound like God But I got the microphone and you don't Got all the right words up in my throat And I stepped out of line with myself And I opened my eyes to someone else
Truth is I wrecked a home and a house It beats me up when I remember making out in cars If that light is not turning green I'd rather feel your teenage breath on me anyday
My voice is all that I got You think that I think I sound like God You think that I think I sound like God You think that I think I sound like God You think that I think I sound like God You think that I think I sound like God You think that I think I sound like God
And I just want to go outside with you I just want to talk to you Cause talking's what I'm good at Yeah it's what I'm good at Let me take you over Let me get you sober And out of these wet clothes You got a bloody nose You're fighting over me again But you know you're my best friend Nobody's breaking that trend Just want to go outside with you Let me go outside with you
Compositor: Amy Louise Billings ECAD: Obra #18629575 Fonograma #16328100