Teddy
Teddy wakes up at three
It's fucking genius to me the way he gets out and works the graveyard shift down at Ray's
He's in my brain all the time
He's got the chest of a bird
And every day is absurd and every night is a dream
He won't say much if he's hurt unless you cut him up deep
I don't know where he is but he'll come back if he needs
Smokes a blunt on the roof before he gets up to leave
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
He's four years younger than me
It's not so easy to see now that he's holding his own
I don't know where he is but he's okay I just know
Who's to say I would care if I weren't living at home
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
He says he's selling his shoes
A couple pair he don't use, some dick celebrity vans
Take too much space in his room
The bike's too big for the car
And he don't use it no more
It's not too long in my head since the day he turned four
I was seven years old with a brain full of porn
And I just wished I was him instead of crushed through the door
They've been calling me grown since the day he was born
They've been losing their shit since he learned how to score
They've been checking his pulse soon as he comes through the door
I see it hang in his eyes, a brain the size of a storm
He don't think that we see him for who he is anymore
Wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna be ten again
It's fucking genius to me the way he gets out and works the graveyard shift down at Ray's
He's in my brain all the time
He's got the chest of a bird
And every day is absurd and every night is a dream
He won't say much if he's hurt unless you cut him up deep
I don't know where he is but he'll come back if he needs
Smokes a blunt on the roof before he gets up to leave
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
He's four years younger than me
It's not so easy to see now that he's holding his own
I don't know where he is but he's okay I just know
Who's to say I would care if I weren't living at home
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
He says he's selling his shoes
A couple pair he don't use, some dick celebrity vans
Take too much space in his room
The bike's too big for the car
And he don't use it no more
It's not too long in my head since the day he turned four
I was seven years old with a brain full of porn
And I just wished I was him instead of crushed through the door
They've been calling me grown since the day he was born
They've been losing their shit since he learned how to score
They've been checking his pulse soon as he comes through the door
I see it hang in his eyes, a brain the size of a storm
He don't think that we see him for who he is anymore
Wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna see him again
I just wanna be ten again
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Writer(s): Henry Nelson
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