im bad at boys
and they're bad at me.
what I want is not always what I need.
***** and moaning
about every little thing -
you're too nice and i'm too mean.

Saddle up
And let's see how this goes
Cause as far as I see
Nobody knows

The pulsing, rainy push
Between our joined hands
Gets louder and louder and
Beats out all the best bands