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I got a problem
My name’s been going around
‘Cause people wanna run their mouths yeah, yeah
But I can’t stop them
‘Cause I can’t stop myself
From giving them these stories to tell

I can’t stand to be alone
Caught up on my phone
Just some boy that they would never really talk to
Just need another soul, not someone to control
Just someone that I could give a mind to

But is it better, living in the weather of the young (of the young)?
Oh, is it cooler, short-lived but it’s warmer than above
Is it ever, ever enough?

While you were talking
They just get me tired
So I cut the slack while you’re throwing it back
Never asking: Are you’re mine?
You know I’m never home
But the more she knows the more I show
In my head, my heart, these bleeding cards all over the table
And I hear them in this room
I never told them what I’m told
Don’t wanna be force-fed, so dead

I don’t wanna be stable if it’s better
Living in the weather of the young (of the young)
Oh, is it cooler, short-lived but it’s warmer than above
Is it ever, ever enough?

Didn’t really think that it would work this way
‘Cause I just sort of woke up
Gettin’ comfy in these games we play, oh, I used to give so much
I’ma spend it all on a perfect picture of a perfect world
(If you wanna) meet me in the bathroom
You say that’s gross, okay let’s go

To your place, a weary pace
With a taxi to her’s, with a taxi to her’s
I wonder what I told?
Okay let’s go

Where it’s better, living in the weather of the young
Oh, is it cooler, short-lived but it’s warmer than above
Is it ever, ever enough?