i've had too much to drink tonight

and i know it's sad but this is what i think about

and i wake up in the middle of the night

it's like i can feel time moving

how can a person know everything at eighteen

but nothing at twenty two?

and will you still want me when i'm nothing new?

how long will it be cute, all this crying in my room?

when you can't blame it on my youth

and roll your eyes with affection

and my cheeks are growing tired

from turning red and faking smiles

are we only biding time 'til i lose your attention

and someone else lights up the room?

people love an ingénue