Who's Becca, Stan?

Please hold back your thoughts
Cuz when you talk it cures my courage
You said my limbs need to be trimmed
Before the bad fruit can flourish
But I refused to waste my youth adjusting my attitude
And how you bend in every argument
When you realize there's more to admit than you have been

Get my attention with a bad joke
Keep it with a kiss
Slight miss direction for the sake of hope in blossoming

In my mind
Well, I'm a matador
Just waiting for the horns
Caught up in my own red flags
Just waiting



Credits
Writer(s): Cody Nicolas
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