She's awaiting my call
Anticipating I'll never stall
From a plaything ready to amuse
I need anyone to get me through

And I'm twenty something
Living life on bedroom floors & promises
Twenty something
Going on to being a child

Success to come this time next year
An invitation to appear
At every bar in every town
In every glass there lies a clown

Are we paranoid
About
Commitment & things
Only to avoid
Daylight
And all she brings?

Morning's Crawl awakened sober fell from grace
So tell her she's no reason to make up her face
There's no need for vain exchanges in my place
There's no one else

And I'm twenty something
Living life on bedroom floors & promises
Twenty something
Going on to being a child!