Pants

You never missed a word I tried to fit
Inside a chorus, inside a verse
All my intros and the bridge
That’s where I put all the awful things I think I am
And if you still respect me, I guess I’ll have a second chance
I want my hands in your hair
I want my hands in your hair
Pulling your face closer
I told you last night you gave me butterflies
You surprise me with new cocoons every time they start to fly
I instantly felt like an idiot
Embarrassed of the person controlling my mouth
My mouth, it’s always in a melee
Figuring out how as it talks
Your response was comforting
I guess, I guess I gave you butterflies too
I want my hands in your hair
I want my hands in your hair
Pulling your face closer
And closer
And closer
And closer
And closer
And closer
And closer
You never missed a word I tried to fit
Inside a chorus, inside a verse
All my intros and the bridge
That’s where I put all the awful things I think I am
And if you still respect me, I guess I’ll have a second chance
You never missed a word I tried to fit
Inside a chorus, inside a bridge
That’s where I put all the awful things I think I am
And if you still respect me, I guess I have a second chance