Belly laughs and stolen shoes
Kicking stones on superstition
Pretending that we're grown
We're not grown
No we're not
And now weekdays are long
The morning cuts my lungs
I bargain with my childhood
And I wrestle with my love
Oh
I'd forgive you
If I could
Honey trust
If I could I would
I don't believe you
When you say
That you want
What's best for me
For me
And you've got to know
All my friends
They never liked you
They said i'm better off alone
Now here I am
Sleeping on your porch
Like a dog
With no home
Oh
I don't believe you
When you say
That you want
What's best for me
You've got to believe me
When I say
That you want
What's best
For you for me for us
You've got to believe me
You've got to believe me
You've got to believe me