I wanna be in love like an old soul song
I wanna feel like the second verse of Let's Get It On
With scraped up knees, and a fresh black eye
You stumbled and passed out into my life
And it could be sweet if it wasn't so tragic
A little more magic, a little less wrong
I can't live this way
Like a tired and clichéd country song
It's a terrible circumstance
That the x's on the back of your hands
Keep me awake at night
Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
If your lips were just a little bit older
Well, in my defense, I've got a plan
That doesn't involve a witness stand
But at my best, I'm still just a mess
They're little trainwreck hearts, let 'em rest
And it could be sweet if it wasn't so tragic
A little more magic, a little less wrong
I can't live this way
Like a tired and clichéd country song
It's a terrible circumstance
That the x's on the back of your hands
Help me sleep at night
Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
If just your lips were just a little bit older
Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
If just your lips were just a little bit older
And, Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
But now we'll let this fire smolder
And, Lydia, you're much too young
To have your teeth on the tip of my tongue
If only your lips were just a little bit older