My Level

Blue faded jeans and a white shirt
This boy costs more than my brain's worth
He doesn't stop for the red light
He doesn't stop, he drives all night

Girl, can you steam up my windows?
No pictures, I know how that goes
You think too much, make up your mind
'Cause I keep on blowing these stop signs

Your room is the kind of messy I don't like
And somehow I make up with you after each fight
Beer cans on the floor but you drink vodka out the handle
I know
I'm stumbling home with you at three AM
And I don't even want you but you're in my bed
Making me believe that all I wanna do is settle
But maybe you're not on my level

Don't worry about what you look like
This spot is known for the skyline
I'll pick you up in the Volvo
Stay out of view from your mom, though

Your room is the kind of messy I don't like
And somehow I make up with you after each fight
Beer cans on the floor but you drink vodka out the handle
I know
I'm stumbling home with you at three AM
And I don't even trust you but you're in my head
Making me believe that all I wanna do is settle
But, baby, you're not on my level



Credits
Writer(s): Katie Lynn Sharbaugh
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