Teenage Love
Passenger cars in a traffic jam
I see your reflection in the palm of my hand
I see you cut your hair
In the same shirt you'd wear
On the nights that we'd spent
In our underwear
Tell me what's going on inside your head
A teenage love and the talking heads
Turned the record off and told me
You'll be alright without me
I don't get high much anymore
You only call me lonely, looking to score
But I think I might be stoned
I see you on your phone
Searching for something that'll make you feel whole
Tell me what's going on inside your head
A teenage love and the talking heads
Turned the record off and told me
You'll be alright without me
So take me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I'm too god damn proud of myself
Take me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I'm too god damn proud
Take me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I'm too god damn proud of myself
Take me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I'm too god damn proud of myself
Tell me what's going on inside your head
A teenage love and the talking heads
Turned the record off and told me
You'll be alright without me
I don't get high much anymore
You only call me lonely, looking to score
Turned the record off and told me
You'll be alright without me
I see your reflection in the palm of my hand
I see you cut your hair
In the same shirt you'd wear
On the nights that we'd spent
In our underwear
Tell me what's going on inside your head
A teenage love and the talking heads
Turned the record off and told me
You'll be alright without me
I don't get high much anymore
You only call me lonely, looking to score
But I think I might be stoned
I see you on your phone
Searching for something that'll make you feel whole
Tell me what's going on inside your head
A teenage love and the talking heads
Turned the record off and told me
You'll be alright without me
So take me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I'm too god damn proud of myself
Take me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I'm too god damn proud
Take me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I'm too god damn proud of myself
Take me back to your hotel
20 something broken down
I would tell you to go to hell
But I'm too god damn proud of myself
Tell me what's going on inside your head
A teenage love and the talking heads
Turned the record off and told me
You'll be alright without me
I don't get high much anymore
You only call me lonely, looking to score
Turned the record off and told me
You'll be alright without me
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Writer(s): Dylan Scott Quagliato, Jonathan Brunner
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