[Verse 1: Bren Lukens]
She said, "Let's start from the top, just rid of everything"
Like the notes in your pockets, the texts you're always locking
And if it's all the same, forget all of those lines
Where you mention my smile
You got a lot of nerve complimenting me
Through choruses and rhyme
[Verse 2: Bren Lukens]
But I know how you get
From time to time
'We'll do this and that, oh, travel the map
And maybe just for a while
I thought you were my re-do
You thought you could change my name
I could tell by the look on your face
Whenever I would say—"
[Verse 3: Bren Lukens]
But that when I stopped
To listen or care
About anything other than a plan of attack
To get me back to where
You are my re-do
Or at least a pair of eyes that would notice when I
Couldn't conjure words 'cause I thought about it too long
[So I'll leave the steady hands to Sean]
[Verse 4: Bren Lukens]
'Cause we all know I lack
In the field of conversing correctly
Without shaking or getting queasy
Not letting my emotions get involved
And on a side note, you stole my heart
Like I stole your hometown lingo
With steady hands and strong (Steady hands and strong)
But now we're down to brass tacks
And we both know it
The odds are in my favor
Though you won't show it
[Verse 5: Bren Lukens]
You etched holes in my brain
Deep and, like you
Always too out of reach
To see it clearly
You sank words into my veins
Deep and, like you
Too excited to get them out fully
[Verse 6: Bren Lukens]
I know I'm bad with expectations
The ones too large for any moment but I
I can promise expectations
Grounded for this time around
Let's be the last to leave tonight
'Cause I need time to find the courage
To speak my mind, to speak my mind
Oh, hear me out, oh, just this time
[Refrain: Bren Lukens]
They don't think we can make this last
But we got eyes that see past these nights
And we got calloused hands
But these arms aren't tired, at least not yet
[Refrain: Bren Lukens]
They don't think we can make this last
But we got eyes that see past these nights
And we got calloused hands
But these arms aren't tired, at least not yet
[Outro: Bren Lukens]
They just think we are young with broken hearts
Stomping around every day
So let's stomp around breaking
Young at heart all the way
So let's stomp around breaking
Young at heart all the way