Sixteen year-old human slushy Just now comfortable in her own skin Comes out of the woodwork and verbalizes Hopin' that the words will stick but Boy, you'd better grow out of this phase There's some things in life that you just can't have But you're lonely and that's the trouble with things Keep burning yourself on the same frying pans
And she's calling just enough to keep you guessing And saying just enough to make you want her And she's keeping you from getting anything done With each fantasy you bring your own hurt Oh, your own hurt
College girl, indie rock princess She wants to put you at the top of her Simplex You've all taken her home after shows So I already know that Boy, you can't get into this phase You can't keep her if you broke up your band But she's lonely and that's the trouble with things You never thought you were this kind of man
And she's calling just enough to keep you guessing And saying just enough to make you want her And she's keeping you from getting anything done With each fantasy you bring your own hurt Oh, your own hurt
Cause I've stretched my libido past the breaking point I'm 24 and I can't keep my hands off of myself Schizophrenic barstool hotties I don't care if you notice that I'm alive I know it's best to keep my distance So you can keep your coke and your smile but Boy, I'm glad I grew out of that phase Now I can just look back and laugh But if you're lonely and that's the trouble with things There's an attitude I don't understand
If she's calling just enough to keep you guessing And saying just enough to make you want her She's keeping you from getting anything done With each fantasy And she's calling just enough to keep you guessing And saying just enough to make you want her And she's keeping you from getting anything done With each fantasy you bring your own hurtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.