Adolescent
Adolescent hands
Are not meant to touch like ours did
We were coal for the devil's train
But you never hear it comin'
When you're crossin' the tracks
I should be asleep
But I'm scared that I might dream of you again
Touching me, like we could ever touch again
Like I could ever make you smile again
Cause I doubt highly that you feel guilty
So tell me, what are we doing?
Cause I can't seem to let go
And grasping at straws makes waking up so awful
It's a buzzkill like empty bottles
Or hearing conversations while mouths are moving
But you're not sure if it's just in your head
And you're afraid to ask about it
It was a weird time in your Mother's bed
I couldn't get it up, I was too nervous
Now, I wish I would've kept it to myself
I wish I would've kept it to myself
They were the best of times
In your best friend's bed
Until her Father had to get up for work
Now I wish you would've loved somebody else
I wish I would've loved somebody else
Cause now it hurts to see your face
It makes me question my place in this world
Is it next to you?
Or is my pride just holding on
To something that was never meant for me?
Adolescent hands
Are not meant to touch like ours did
We were coal for the devil's train
But you never hear it coming
When you're crossin' the tracks
Are not meant to touch like ours did
We were coal for the devil's train
But you never hear it comin'
When you're crossin' the tracks
I should be asleep
But I'm scared that I might dream of you again
Touching me, like we could ever touch again
Like I could ever make you smile again
Cause I doubt highly that you feel guilty
So tell me, what are we doing?
Cause I can't seem to let go
And grasping at straws makes waking up so awful
It's a buzzkill like empty bottles
Or hearing conversations while mouths are moving
But you're not sure if it's just in your head
And you're afraid to ask about it
It was a weird time in your Mother's bed
I couldn't get it up, I was too nervous
Now, I wish I would've kept it to myself
I wish I would've kept it to myself
They were the best of times
In your best friend's bed
Until her Father had to get up for work
Now I wish you would've loved somebody else
I wish I would've loved somebody else
Cause now it hurts to see your face
It makes me question my place in this world
Is it next to you?
Or is my pride just holding on
To something that was never meant for me?
Adolescent hands
Are not meant to touch like ours did
We were coal for the devil's train
But you never hear it coming
When you're crossin' the tracks
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Gomez
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