I wanna be in love like an old soul song I wanna feel like the second verse of Let's Get It On With scraped up knees, and a fresh black eye I wanna be in love like an old soul song I wanna feel like the second verse of Let's Get It On With scraped up knees, and a fresh black eye You stumbled and passed out into my life
And it could be sweet if it wasn't so tragic A little more magic, a little less wrong I can't live this way Like a tired and clichéd country song
It's a terrible circumstance That the x's on the back of your hands Keep me awake at night
Lydia, you're much too young To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue If your lips were just a little bit older
Well, in my defense, I've got a plan That doesn't involve a witness stand But at my best, I'm still just a mess They're little trainwreck hearts, let 'em rest
And it could be sweet if it wasn't so tragic A little more magic, a little less wrong I can't live this way Like a tired and clichéd country song
It's a terrible circumstance That the x's on the back of your hands Help me sleep at night
Lydia, you're much too young To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue If just your lips were just a little bit older Lydia, you're much too young To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue If just your lips were just a little bit older
And, Lydia, you're much too young To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue But now we'll let this fire smolder And, Lydia, you're much too young To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue If only your lips were just a little bit older