Oh Miss Relationship Cynic,
I understand your ways for they use to be mine.
Let me conquer your uneasiness,
your fear of failure,
your rooted ways
I’ll breathe life into your calloused bones
Give purpose to your selfish ways
And touch you like you’ve never imagined
Oh, oh
You need to take hold now
Grab the hand of boyish mystery
Let it take you so your bones can run free, tonight
Your hearts an empty fridge
And though it might look appetizing to your figure
It’s effects only run skin deep
How’s that slice of heartache?
Does it taste better with a dash with loneliness
And a pinch of denial?
Oh, oh
You need to take hold now
Grab the hand of boyish mystery
Will you run it through your hair with me, tonight
Lessons are like dirty countertops
The more you learn, the harder it is to scrape off
Like Cascade, two is better than one
I’ll bleach your sheltered life
If you soap away my innocents, tonight
Oh, oh
You need to take hold now
Grab the hand of boyish mystery
It’s smooth and it moves slow, all night
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