Cela n'a pas d'effet, compris Essayez en neurochirurgie A more cynical child You never could meet Probably part-prodigy I grow tired of myself So tired of my shit Ever the better for me But what is control if not empathy? I never needed to know I just crawl out my skin and back to the sea Ever the better to be Don't try loving me sober No, don't try make your peace If a soft heart breaks ten-times over We're 17, 17, 17 I need the empitness to mean something (don't try and love me sober) To keep me running 'til my heart gives out Some kind of meaning in the madness (no, don't try and make your peace) If I can't stand it, if I can't make it through the crowd But it's you (if a soft heart breaks ten-times over) And it's me Still 17, 17, 17 A more cynical child You never could meet Probably part-prodigy Don't try loving me sober No, don't try make your peace If a soft heart breaks ten-times over We're 17, 17, 17 I need the empitness to mean something (don't try and love me sober) To keep me running 'til my heart gives out Some kind of meaning in the madness (no, don't try and make your peace) If I can't stand it, if I can't make it through the crowd But it's you, oh, and it's me (if a soft heart breaks ten-times over) We're still 17, 17, 17