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
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
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Writer(s): Cody Nicolas
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