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