My girl’s got a lot left
Because she takes small breaths and talks in small breaths
She’s too afraid of wasting time
And my girl’s got a big chest
And she keeps in it her thoughts and regrets
But honestly when she’s at her best her heart fills the rest
And leaves no room to guess
But most the times it’s a total wreck
But she’s too afraid to show it I wish she would cry just so I would know it All of the pictures she takes
Are of her own face or her clothes
Oh where the nights go, oh where they go And her friends well there’s only three
But that’s not counting me because we don’t
But she swears that they make her happy
And I should just let them be But the more I’m made to look the more I see
I’m trying to be honest I’m not trying to be deep
I worry about you I hope you worry about me But I’m too ashamed too show it
I’m just so scared that I’m gonna blow it