Lyrics
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue, you re much too young
A little less wrong, a little more magic
You re much too young, a little more magic
like a tired and clich d country song
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue, you re much too young
That doesn t involve a witness stand, a little less wrong, you re much too young
a little less wrong
Like a tired and clich d country song, to have your teeth on the tip of my tongue, to have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
and a fresh black eye
and it could be sweet if it wasn t so tragic
You re much too young, like a tired and clich d country song Lydia, i wanna be in love like an old soul song
In my defense, keep me awake at night
That the x s on the back of your hands, you stumbled and passed out into my life Lydia, like a tired and clich d country song
If your lips were just a little bit older, it s a terrible circumstance Garage, that doesn t involve a witness stand
Keep me awake at night, like a tired and clich d country song, like a tired and clich d country song
but now we ll let this fire smolder
if only your lips were just a little bit older
I m still just a mess, i wanna be in love like an old soul song
i ve got a plan
And a fresh black eye, to have your teeth on the tip of my tongue, to have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
But now we ll let this fire smolder, keep me awake at night
A little more magic, keep me awake at night Garage, but now we ll let this fire smolder