Old Enough Songtext
von Spacey Jane
Old Enough Songtext
Yeah, I remember sun that burns
You could hold it up and then take turns, ah
Well, please stop looking so concerned
Bet I′m old enough to not get burnt
Keep talking too, my words are sound, I
It doesn't end, it wouldn′t hurt to put it out
When everything is covered at ground
When you look and you can't look down
Haven't fallen asleep for days
I fall asleep and wake up in space
You made a man out of me, she set that scared boy free
Now I dream as easy as I bleed
She gets her ease, and now you rest her and tease too, honey
Tear your hair out and stare, go and sell it, make some money
It′s a hard game you′re running, I don't find it funny
Well, all these days, where have you lost your ways?
She keeps on calling it a real thing I′m running
A hot bun in the oven, butter comin' running
Yeah, she′s deep in love, and I'm only four-fifth covered
See the rocks and the sand, and all the glass in my hand, ah
I′m tryna play it cool, baby, please understand
Yeah, she looks me dead in the eye, would then tell me I'm handsome
Holding, holding, holding me to ransom
Please take me more seriously
As our thoughts previously
(Holding, holding, -)
Old enough to know that I was to blame
Please take me more seriously
As our thoughts previously
(Holding, holding, -)
Old enough to know that I was to blame
Please take me more seriously
As our thoughts previously
(Holding, holding, -)
Old enough to know that I was to blame
You could hold it up and then take turns, ah
Well, please stop looking so concerned
Bet I′m old enough to not get burnt
Keep talking too, my words are sound, I
It doesn't end, it wouldn′t hurt to put it out
When everything is covered at ground
When you look and you can't look down
Haven't fallen asleep for days
I fall asleep and wake up in space
You made a man out of me, she set that scared boy free
Now I dream as easy as I bleed
She gets her ease, and now you rest her and tease too, honey
Tear your hair out and stare, go and sell it, make some money
It′s a hard game you′re running, I don't find it funny
Well, all these days, where have you lost your ways?
She keeps on calling it a real thing I′m running
A hot bun in the oven, butter comin' running
Yeah, she′s deep in love, and I'm only four-fifth covered
See the rocks and the sand, and all the glass in my hand, ah
I′m tryna play it cool, baby, please understand
Yeah, she looks me dead in the eye, would then tell me I'm handsome
Holding, holding, holding me to ransom
Please take me more seriously
As our thoughts previously
(Holding, holding, -)
Old enough to know that I was to blame
Please take me more seriously
As our thoughts previously
(Holding, holding, -)
Old enough to know that I was to blame
Please take me more seriously
As our thoughts previously
(Holding, holding, -)
Old enough to know that I was to blame
Writer(s): Ashton Hardman Le Cornu, Kieran Lama, Caleb Harper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com