I can tell you're young
Yelling, bruise, and bad guitars
Take away the blues
Guarantee your heart will starve
I know
Everybody I took I stole
I know
Every time they told me so
Chalk it up to some
Some dumb idea I'll give you one
I package all my fear
Send it off and then there's none
Such a bright idea
She's a f*cking genius in the f*cking clear
In and out of one ear
Getting dumber with every year
I know
Everybody I took I stole
I know
Every time they told me so
Oh she's so smart
Oh oh oh oh so sincere
Oh getting brighter
Oh every year
Fiction
Fiction
Fiction
Fiction