The Twistinside

We have been sleeping with the lights on just about every night, cause we are afraid of what the dark might bring. I know, I know, it’s just a childish fear, grows and grows wild in the middle of me. Gonna get a new tattoo, black and stretching around my arm, like a life that is visible and real. I know, I know, stupid and immature, just wanna give shape to the face that twistinside both you and me. Breathing fire, doesn’t look good and a résumé, neither does anything else we do, gotta get ready for the real world. Yeah, yeah, gotta grow up. Know I like to die for a while, everyday in the afternoon. Like to let the arms of a bar wrap around me tight. I just wanna sprawl in the front booth, with a drink above my head, cross eyed and smiling as I was the world go twisting by. I don’t wanna die with you, or live in the same dark room. I don’t wanna see the back of your hair in the morning light, I just wanna take this girl, all curls and big brown eyes, make I can’t take the pain of wanting her, needed her, I know the secret of your soul, and I don’t wanna know, yeah man we gotta grow up, yeah we gotta grow up, yeah we gotta grow up, yeah we gotta grow up. He held it up, he held it up, he held it up, he held it up, give it up for the for love, give it up for the love, give it up for the love, come on. I don’t wanna do this anymore, I don’t wanna. I can’t take it, I can’t take it. I said now I can’t take it. I give up.