Burnt toast for breakfast She lives down in Texas Home for the summer Eyelids open slow
We could play the guitar in the back of your car Oh, what I wouldn't give We could fall in the sand as we fade into black Oh, what a perfect end
I know it's not your heart and it's your head (Getting in the way) And I know you're stuck on something I never said Getting in the way
Catholic, educated With a moonlight motivation We're a special kind of sad on the weekend We're throwing stones, yelling glass at the ceiling
Play the guitar in the back of your car Play the guitar in the back of your car
And I know it's not your heart and it's your head (Getting in the way) And I know you're stuck on something I never said (Getting in the way) Is it true? Is it me? Is it time? Is it you? But I know it's not your heart, but it's your head Getting in the way
I'm getting older I'm getting wiser I'm growing taller I'm getting out of the way I'm getting older I'm getting wiser I'm growing taller I'm getting out of the way
I know it's not your heart and it's your head (Getting in the way) And I know you're stuck on something I never said (Getting in the way) Is it true? Is it me? Is it time? Is it you? But I know it's not your heart, but it's your head Getting in the way
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