14, that's when she looked at me
Just some kid with an endless dream
No king of anything
Maybe, when we're under a tree
I could tell you about my memories
But that's just a fantasy
Wait summer, June
Three months since flowers bloomed
I was living so obliviously
Wake up and go to sleep
Now this isn't a love song
More just someone waiting on one
Boredom induced by patience
Make your move or soon you'll waste it

She can count at least to 20
Make up names now I'm calling her left knee
Eight balls when she still has plenty
Going on late calls on a Bible Study
We would make competitions out of that
All-nighters seeing who'd leave the call last
All frightened cause' I'd win to cut class
From Brighton put my feet on the dash

Newton figured out by gravity
Sitting next to you, now you're floating with me
Looking at all these movie screens
Trynna find my own
Fantasy

Killing all my ignorance
Drowning in your diligence
Yeah you called when I was scared
You should know I'm never prepared

Drive slow but my cars fried
I ran a few red lights
So follow a hitchhikers guide
I'm now at your bedside

So how long do I have to hide
Commotion deep inside

Just a maniac that drank a little too much
So he grabbed his favourite belt
Then hung it high above but
He slipped out, then his face hit the ground
Maybe one day he'll try another round
But it's part of God's plan
Well maybe it's not
Because if Heaven is above
Then the Devil still rots
Fucking up his plans, then God gets all mad
Cause' it's easy to point at the creator of man

How's that?
Not good
Hear the Devil knockin' doors while I lay on my back
Well how sad
My world shook
Swear there's loving in my heart
This thing I can discard
But I'm biting my tongue and you're thinking maybe he's dumb
I said
Now I won't pretend
But now I only see

Ten missed calls
I checked my voicemail
You left no messages at all
But now there's
Ten months 'till I'm gone
Just stuck to the board
I'll keep on moving like a pawn