Schoolyard pick
Nothing sticks
To you quite like I do
Grape in my mouth
Shoot the juice out
Out nothing comes
Like words on the tip of my tongue
Say something to me nice and tender
I got a feeling that might be easier
Kicked the plug out of the socket
All of my hard work
Looks like I just lost it
And do you still feel it
Or for how much longer
Young loves growing older
Can we please stay young forever
I got a feeling that might be easier
Maybe you might like me better
The more like you I'm growing into
Short sleeve, baby
I want every joke to land
Cool, fresh, useless
It's all out of my hands
Cool breeze, tight squeeze
Do you wanna talk to me
Spider crawling up your back
She's a hard nut to crack
Say something to me nice and tender
I got a feeling that might be easier
Maybe you might like me better
The more like you I'm growing into
Blindspot checking the coat-hanger is dancing
Sunlight reflected in the mirror
I can't see ya
Out somewhere talking and dancing
You're not here I can't see ya (I can't see ya)
You're not here I can't see ya (I can't see ya)
I can't see ya
