You Think I Think I Sound Like God
I wonder what I am made of
I got a hundred old secrets locked up inside my old teenage brain
You put me underneath the Christmas tree
I still want you to believe in infinity
Just because
And I'm breaking my back just to run into you
What part of me are you just not attracted to?
My voice is all that I got
You think that I think I sound like God
But I got the microphone and you don't
Got all the right words up in my throat
And I stepped out of line with myself
And I opened my eyes to someone else
The truth is I wrecked a home and a house
It beats me up when I remember making out in cars
If that light is not turning green
I'd rather feel your teenage breath on me any day
My voice is all that I got
You think that I think I sound like God
You think that I think I sound like God
You think that I think I sound like God
You think that I think I sound like God
You think that I think I sound like God
Think that I think, I think you think
Think that I think, I think you think
Just wanna go outside with you
I just wanna talk to you
'Cause talking's what I'm good at
Yeah, it's what I'm good at
Let me take you over
Let me get you sober
And out of these wet clothes
You got a bloody nose
You're fighting over me again
But you know you're my best friend
Nobody's breaking that trend
Just wanna go outside with you
Let me go outside with you
Just wanna go outside with you
I don't wanna fight with you
Just wanna make it better
Just wanna wear your sweater
Have coffee in the morning
Make you laugh when you're yawning
Oh-ooh-oh
I got a hundred old secrets locked up inside my old teenage brain
You put me underneath the Christmas tree
I still want you to believe in infinity
Just because
And I'm breaking my back just to run into you
What part of me are you just not attracted to?
My voice is all that I got
You think that I think I sound like God
But I got the microphone and you don't
Got all the right words up in my throat
And I stepped out of line with myself
And I opened my eyes to someone else
The truth is I wrecked a home and a house
It beats me up when I remember making out in cars
If that light is not turning green
I'd rather feel your teenage breath on me any day
My voice is all that I got
You think that I think I sound like God
You think that I think I sound like God
You think that I think I sound like God
You think that I think I sound like God
You think that I think I sound like God
Think that I think, I think you think
Think that I think, I think you think
Just wanna go outside with you
I just wanna talk to you
'Cause talking's what I'm good at
Yeah, it's what I'm good at
Let me take you over
Let me get you sober
And out of these wet clothes
You got a bloody nose
You're fighting over me again
But you know you're my best friend
Nobody's breaking that trend
Just wanna go outside with you
Let me go outside with you
Just wanna go outside with you
I don't wanna fight with you
Just wanna make it better
Just wanna wear your sweater
Have coffee in the morning
Make you laugh when you're yawning
Oh-ooh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Amy Billings
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