Weird

Thank God, I didn't spend the night

Even though I would've liked to

I bite my tongue when I have to

I never do

The drive home didn't consume me

As it always tends to do

Listen to the radio static

There's no word

I think I could use

Second-guessing, second-guessing myself, all the time

Counting out my footsteps as I walk the tight line

I wanna sleep on your mattress

Is that weird to say?

And I wanna talk about this to someone who isn't you

I wanna understand what I feel, and I think I know I do

I want you to think I'm pretty

Is that weird to say?

Borrowing your shoes to walk home

Filling the gaps in conversation with a smoke

And screaming for the love of God

I want it so bad

Oh, I would never make you feel like that

Why can't I make you feel like that?

I wanna talk about it and I wanna talk to you

I wanna understand what I feel, and I think I know I do

I wanna unsettle the scoreboard, wanna render myself weak

I'll grow up when I'm 21 and you're 23

I want you to think about me

Is that weird to say?

Is that weird to say?

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh